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Tweak says, "I am the walrus!"

Flow Morrison (trueskin) wrote in incanesco_rpg,
@ 2011-06-07 21:58:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, florence morrison, jasper avery

Who: Flow and Avery.
What: Revenge. Nobody calls an angry Flow hippy and gets away with it.
When: Tuesday lunchtime, around one.
Where: On the way to the Charms classroom.
Rating: SFW, language aside.
Status: Incomplete.

For someone normally so brash and loud, particularly in Doc Martens, Flow could move surprisingly stealthily when she wanted to. She'd been tailing Avery since he left the Great Hall, wand close at hand, trying to act as normal as possible when anyone looked her way, and staying well out of sight when he looked around. She was just starting to think that this was all for nothing, she wasn't going to get a chance at him, when they finally reached an empty stretch of corridor and she made her move, stepping out from behind a statue with her wand drawn.

"Hey, snakeboy!" she called to him, and took a step closer. "Petrificus totalis!"

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trueskin
2011-06-08 10:05 am UTC (link)

Flow snarled, grabbing him by the throat and shoving him hard against the wall. "Don't you ever..." slamming him back again, hard, "...ever..." And again; "...EVER threaten my family, you cowardly shitstain!"

She'd intended to slap him around a bit, just enough to embarrass him, make him think about what he'd done. Actually, she'd been on the edge of just kicking him in the groin again to stop him following her, and leaving him alone. But he'd just threatened Dad and Jammy. Not only that, but he'd pretty much straight-out admitted to being in with the bastards responsible for the summer deaths. And he'd threatened her family!

"You ever set foot in my town, Avery," she hissed, pulling her face right up to his, "you or any of your Death Eater buddies, and I swear to Merlin or God or any other fucker listening, the last thing you're ever going to think is fuck, I wish I hadn't messed with Flow Morrison. We clear?" Still holding him by the throat, she jabbed her free fist hard into his gut, then threw him aside, eyes blazing as she turned to face him again, fists up. "Apologise," she said, coldly. "Apologise for calling me a Mudblood. Apologise for calling me a hippy. You don't have to apologise for saying I crawled out of the abyss, 's probably true, but you are damn well going to apologise for threatening my family! Maybe if you do, I'll let you go without breaking your arms, your legs, and your wand first."

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tenebraeputae
2011-06-08 01:59 pm UTC (link)

He had struck the nerve he wanted to hit, now it was time to get out of there. In his best apologetic, pleading voice, he cried,

"Fine! I apologize! I'm so sorry for everything, please, just STOP!"

Then he let himself fall to the floor, held his gut, and waited for her to reply. He needed to get out soon, and if his wand didn't make it out alive, then neither would he.

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trueskin
2011-06-08 02:33 pm UTC (link)

Flow gave him a good, hard kick in the ribs, rather hoping to break a couple of them in the process, then put her foot down on his groin, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to really hurt. "Say your blood's no better than mine, Avery. Doesn't make a blind bit of difference if my family's Muggle or wizarding or mixed-up both, I'm still better at magic than you, better hand-to-hand than you, and just downright better than you. Go on, admit it."

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tenebraeputae
2011-06-08 07:51 pm UTC (link)

He was furious. He had met her demands and yet he was still being beaten.

"So good at magic you are, that you had to hex me while my back was turned, take both our wands away and beat me up like this. If you're challenging me to a fucking duel, then you can test that theory out, but don't you dare think you, a fucking mudblood, are better than magic than me without testing it."

He was so done with this situation. He ached all over. He still could make potions AND report the incident if he could get out in time.

Before she could aim another blow at him, who was now laying on the floor, he looked up at her and said, "I'm sorry for everything, but this honestly is not the way to get it out of me. If you want me to respect you, you can't beat it out of me. You earn your respect where I'm from. You'd stand to gain some if you let me go."

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trueskin
2011-06-08 08:49 pm UTC (link)

She pushed down her heel, just a little, into his groin. "And where I come from, we don't care too much about respect when it comes from someone who hasn't earned any themselves. I could duel you to a standstill, Avery, and when Duelling Club starts up properly again, I'll be happy to prove that to you. Right now, I'm proving a point, which is that without the magic, without the wand, without your daddy's money to back you up... you're completely fucking pathetic.

"You're right, though. This isn't the way to get it out of you. 'Cause it means nothing, just like your apologies mean nothing. I dunno if there is a way to get it out of you, or if you're too pigheaded to admit the truth that's staring you in the face, and I don't much care. You're just a dick, Avery, and that's all you're ever gonna be; a dick with money and no fucking principles worth fighting for. Maybe you think I'm worth less than you 'cause I'm Muggleborn. Whatever, you think what you like. But you keep it to yourself around me, Avery, because if you ever call me Mudblood again, and if you ever, ever dare bring my family into it again, today's going to seem like a fucking walk in the park. We clear?"

She stamped down, hard enough to hopefully incapacitate him for a few minutes, then stepped back, shaking her head. "Wish I thought a single fucking word I said went into that inbred brain of yours. But whatever. Your wand's behind the statue down the corridor, when you're ready to come and get it."

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tenebraeputae
2011-06-08 09:53 pm UTC (link)

He watched her storm out of the classroom, got to his feet, and folded over. For a moment, he just remained like that, catching his breath and making a plan. This was not the end of it.

The first thing he did was make his way to his wand. If anything mattered, it was the well-being of his wand. He didn't completely trust Flow to have left it undamaged. He rushed to where she described it to be, and thankfully he found it unharmed. Then he made his way to his common room. He didn't stop for anyone's questions along the grand staircase, he moved immediately towards the dungeons. He got out the polaroid his mother had bought him over the summer, snapped a quick picture of himself, and left it on his table. He then, having missed potions as well, moved to the hospital wing. When he got there, he was not opposed to answering all the questions. He had decided to follow the correct vein of report, telling the prefecture first, then heads of houses. But if he did not see the situation get handled the way he wanted, he would do anything to expose the situation and the school's mudblood sympathizing ways.

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