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Tweak says, "Cry Havoc!"

Gemma Farley (ffionprew) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-25 21:12:00

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character: gemma farley, character: rolf scamander, status: complete

Who: Gemma Farley (disguised) and Rolf Scamander
What: Getting rid of a lame crup
Where: Gemma's place then Scamander's animal rescue
When: September 25, later at night
Status: Closed/Complete
Warnings: Swearing and discussion of cruelty to animals

Gemma was trying to enjoy a nice, calming night after the day's work, but such a thing was impossible with the terrible howling coming from the corner of her flat. She tossed her book against the wall out of frustration and stood up from her sofa, disrupting her kneazle from his nap, and went to check on the crup who was making the racket.

The animal had been a loser in last night's crup fight, and while most owners handled their own crups, this one had been so angry at losing that he'd gotten into a fistfight and left without his crup. When Gemma had tried to owl him about it, the bastard had told her to take care of it herself - he seemed to think she was somehow responsible for the crup's losing and thus the creature was her responsibility.

She, however, was definitely more of a kneazle person than a crup person, and while she'd attempted some basic healing charms, she wasn't that good at them and the crup still looked to be in pain. Couldn't the bloody thing just heal itself and be done with it. She didn't want to care for it, and definitely couldn't take it to the vet - they'd wonder who she was and how the animal had gotten so badly injured. There was no question that the patterns of bites and scratches could only mean one thing, after all.

An indignant mew had her looking up from where she was checking on the crup and she couldn't help rolling her eyes at the animal who was truly king of this flat. "All right, Yevgeny. I'll get the smelly crup out of your territory, somehow."

She went to her closet and dug inside until she came out with some long, black clothing that wasn't really the sort of thing she wore often. She went to stand by the mirror and cast a disguise charm that would last a couple of hours, long enough to rid herself of the crup without being identified - thus instead of a dark-eyed brunette, she saw in the mirror a green-eyed blonde. Finally, she grabbed a large towel from the bathroom - it was ratty, she didn't need it anyway - and carefully wrapped it around the crup. "This wouldn't have happened if you'd only won," she muttered to it before Apparating away.

She'd heard of the rescue for magical creatures and hoped somebody was in at such a late hour. Sighing, she knocked on the door.

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ffionprew
2014-09-27 02:27 am UTC (link)

She nodded. "Well, at least the bugger won't die. He's a shite fighter, though - just look at him!"

She pulled her hands away, glad to be rid of the thing. "I didn't see anything but this one, but I was just passing by. Never saw him before tonight."

Her eyes glanced between the counter, the boy, and the door, wondering how long until she could escape without suspicion of any sort. "I swear I didn't see anything. Do you need anything else? Or can you take him from here?"

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outofthewild
2014-09-27 03:26 am UTC (link)

Rolf glanced up at her. He was a bit surprised at her abrupt attitude. Most people weren't like that when bringing in an injured animal, though he supposed he'd had a few over the years. And some people just didn't want it to be there prolem anymore. This woman seemed like one of those.

"I can take it from here," he assured in a professional tone. "Thank you so much for taking the time to bring him in. I think we'll patch him up just fine."

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ffionprew
2014-09-27 03:37 am UTC (link)

She nodded. The crup was in okay hands, she supposed - not that she cared or any such thing. She pulled her eyes away from the animal and back to the boy.

"It's the least I could do," she muttered. No, in fact the least she could do was nothing and let the bugger die in her flat, but then the place would smell - that was it.

"Good luck," she said, turning away and heading for the door.

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	outofthewild 2014-09-27 04:07 am UTC (link)
	"Thanks," he said. He cast a gentle sleep charm on the Crup, and walked her to the door. Never let it be said he wasn't naturally a gentleman. Though he worried over the animal, his condition was in hand so he could take a moment to do it. "You have a good night, and thank you for helping out." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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