InsaneJournal

RP: A confrontation
Who: Dora and OPEN

What: A confrontation

Where: Inside and Out and Monument Alley

When: Wednesday April 15

Rating: NSFW for language


Dora’s last nerve was done. The last straw of temper met. She trembled with anger, and magic sparked off the ends of her hair. “Just pay and leave, ma’am,” she said in one last ditch effort of salvage this quickly deteriorating situation. Considering the level of rage she was experiencing and how badly she simply wanted to blast someone into little bitty pieces, Pandora Montgomery really was doing rather well. No one had been punched yet, nor had she cursed anyone.

Of course, the fact that the Aurors would be all over her like white on rice – an expression she’d picked up from a Muggle in her building – was a good enough detterent.

“I will not pay for this… this!” the witch drawled, fingers twitching in disgust at the prosthetic wrist and hand it had taken Pandora a couple of weeks to modify, painstakingly, with all the spells and comforts this woman had wanted for her son, who was an Auror.

Dora’s lips compressed together so tightly they were nearly invisible. The woman had been thrilled to receive it – until she’d seen and recognized Pandora from the news during the war, and she’d realized that Dora was the Charms mistress who had just been spelling her son’s prosthetic.

“I did everything to it you asked. It was hours and hours of work. You will pay for it,” she said, voice cold, flat, and empty – utterly unlike the normal Dora, who was relatively warm and definitely more animated than this.

“I will not touch something made by Death Eater filth!” the woman hissed, pushing it across the counter. Dora barely caught it before it hit the floor. “You probably cursed it! You’re trying to kill my boy!”

“I am not! Just fucking pay already!”

“No! Keep it, you murdering bitch!” the woman yelled shrilly, and she stalked to the door.

Dora vaulted easily over the counter and followed her into the Alley. “You owe me the fucking money!” she shouted, very loudly for such a small person. “Pay now before I involve the authorities!” She still trembled with rage, and she was quite a sight; she looked dangerous, even in the sunlight. Perhaps it was the way she stood, or the way magic still roiled around her, tightly controlled. Or maybe it was simply the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice.