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Penelope Clearwater (clearpenny) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-01-02 20:42:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 10 2003, character: jayne dough, character: penelope clearwater, character: ron weasley, npc: pandora zurlo

Characters: Penelope Clearwater, Jaynedora & (later) Ron Weasley
Setting: Her flat, Dittany Heights, Diagon Alley; November 10, 2003, 14:15.
Rating: R for profanity and violence.
Summary: Looking too hard yields answers.

Prior to meeting with Ron, Penelope had decided to try to gather some more information on the Jane woman, whom she was more and more convinced was a witch. Who else could've pulled off such a "clean" murder, without leaving a mark? Her efforts started early in the morning as she experienced her "nightmare" once more and couldn't return to sleep. But now she had something that needed to be done.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

The effects of the "nightmare", as horrifying as they were happened to be soon overcome with a walk outside Diagon Alley to an area where she could make a call with her cellphone. After a couple of minutes of pleasant conversation with the Millie about a sweater that her cousin Jane must've left at Lloyd's place, she had given her name and a phone number. In a way she hoped that this Jane person would opt to contact her, so that she could--maybe--have a chance to confront her.

She puttered around her flat for the rest of the morning, picking up her journal and putting it down on her desk without writing in it a couple of times before starting on an article for Witch's Weekly. Something for the advice column, which she occasionally written for when the witch who normally did it went on vacation.

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jayne_dough
2012-01-04 01:55 am UTC (link)

The spell hit her wand hand, which still held fast to her wand, but turned extremely sluggish and cumbersome. Had she only had to rely on her wand, she would have been in great trouble.

She lifted her left hand, palm out, and called out an Incarcerous to bind her attacker.

Behind her, beyond her sight, Penelope Clearwater's body breathed its last breath. The girl's right arm had been twisted face-up in the fall, and upon it could be seen her dark spot... which swiftly turned into a blackish smoke that wisped over the fresh corpse and into the open box. Once it was safely inside, the box shut itself with a click and waited for its owner.

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pigwidgeoned
2012-01-04 02:11 am UTC (link)

Ron was gladdened to see that his spell had hit on target; she could barely move her wand and he might actually have a chance! But no, something was going wrong. She raised her other hand toward him and ropes flew out and bound him tightly around the arms and chest. How could she be performing wandless magic? How could she be so powerful? He still had hold of his wand but his arms were stuck fast to his side which meant he couldn't do any movements to perform the spells he needed to.

Something was happening with Penelope and he glanced her way to see the spot on her arm detaching itself like it was alive and transforming into smoke that flew to the box as if it was being called by it. He didn't understand what was happening; he wanted to make sense of it but he was still trying to wiggle out of the ropes that bound him around the chest, but he was moving too much and his one good leg was not enough to keep him balanced during these actions. He ended up tripping over a nearby object and landed face first in some of Penelope's blood that had pooled on the floor.

He started to panic and wiggle on the ground, trying to turn himself over. This woman was surely going to do him in now, he was at her mercy and he had no means of escape.

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jayne_dough
2012-01-04 02:21 am UTC (link)

She watched with pleasure as the ginger was bound fast, and despite himself, fell over into a pool of blood. Her laughter bubbled over at the sight.

"My, what a specimen of man you are. Come to save the damsel in distress?" She turned, saw the breathless body and the closed box, and bent over to pick up the latter. "As you can see, she is far past saving."

She slowly got up and walked over to him, finally placing the heel of her foot on the back of his neck as she slipped the box back into her robes. "I could kill you, but what fun would that be? I would rather you live on with the memory of this beautiful sight, to have it haunt your dreams and your every waking thought."

He heel started pushing down, not enough to damage but enough to remind him of her power over him. "You can also tell whoever you see that they cannot conquer me. The only man who ever could is long dead, and you, and everyone like you, are but playthings to me."

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pigwidgeoned
2012-01-04 02:31 am UTC (link)

Ron grunted as he felt the foot pushing his neck and face down into the ground and into the pool of blood. He was breathing it in through his nose and mouth and coughing on it. He wanted to say something back to tell her he didn't give a shite what she thought but it was a little difficult when his sinuses and lungs were filling with someone else's blood.

She was right; he was going to have nightmares about this. Not so much the woman but Penelope and the fact that he was too late to save her. And probably breathing in her blood. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that though.

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	jayne_dough 2012-01-04 02:34 am UTC (link)
	She finally released her foothold and stepped back, looking down on her captive with a smile. "I do hope you get yourself out of those ropes rather quickly. It would be a shame to sit for hours next to a corpse. They do get rather ripe, you know." And with a final look of satisfaction, she Apparated away with a loud crack. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

pigwidgeoned
2012-01-04 03:11 am UTC (link)

Ron coughed loudly when she released his neck, leaning his head back and sitting up as best he could to try and get the blood out of his lungs and throat. He focused on this for as long as it took until his breathing went back to normal and he could finally begin work on the ropes. He began wiggling his arms back and forth slowly, trying to work the ropes up toward his neck or at least enough so that he could get his wand arm free. It took him at least ten minutes but he finally got the ropes loose enough that he could get his hands free and pull them off himself. Now it was a matter of dealing with his leg. He applied some basic healing spells to seal the cut so that he was able to put some weight on it. He tested it and winced; he'd have to see a real healer, but for now it would do. He neck was a bit sore but it was nothing major.

His next move was to go to the Ministry and report this to Gaskin. They needed to come and seal off the area, deal with Penelope's body and he needed to give his report of the situation before he forgot any of the important details, specifically about how the spot turned into smoke, the box that had collected it, and the dark haired woman who might very well be the witch that Penelope was going to tell him about who killed her Muggle brother Lloyd on the 8th. Which meant he had to report about Lloyd Clearwater's death as well, because Gaskin didn't know about it. His mind was swimming with information already and he worked to compartmentalize it like he always did: he placed the bits and pieces on an imaginary chessboard, each bit that was connected to another was a move that he would make to ultimately win the game. But they were far from winning this one just yet.

He began setting the proper wards to keep anyone without the proper clearance from entering Penelope's flat. The last thing they needed was someone else happening upon her body - which again made him think of his brother Percy. He knew that his second stop was going to be his brother's flat. He wasn't going to enjoy telling him this story in the least, especially the part where he was too late to save her. Ron apparated from Penelope's flat with a small pop.

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