Who: Jayne / Pandora, various NPCs What: Finding out she's wanted and almost getting caught Where: Hogsmeade When: November 18, 12:30pm Rating: E for Eeeeeeebil Jayne woke up feeling as if a herd of stampeding hippogriffs had made themselves a home in her brain. She'd had a few firewhiskey before bed the night before, having felt too emotionally exhausted to face sleep without something to help, and was most definitely feeling the aftereffects. A look around her flat, which was still a mess despite the cleaning she'd had to do after the Thomas boy's escape, and she was of the mind that solid food in town would be the way to go.
So she'd gotten dressed, put her hair up in a very messy ponytail, her glasses perched on her nose, and went to The Fiddler's Bow for her favourite breakfast special that was usually so packed with grease that it would sop up any alcohol left in her system. When she was half-way through her meal, she felt competent enough to be more aware of her surroundings, and thus nearly jumped when she saw her own face staring out from a copy of the Daily Prophet being read by a wizard on the other side of the room. She spotted a folded paper left at a nearby table and quickly grabbed it so she could see the front page.
Fuck! I can't believe this! I need to leave-
"Don't get so excited, my dear. If you do, everyone will notice, and we can't have that. Just keep eating your food, and we'll go after you've paid."
But-
"But nothing. Do as you're told and all will be well."
Jayne allowed her silence to be her assent and tried to finish her food as quickly as possible. As instructed, she paid her tab, then casually left the pub with the intent of Apparating straight home.
"Not yet," Pandora interrupted her before she could even find a spot to Disapparate. "There's a little something we need to do first. Why don't we take a little stroll, down toward the Hogsmeade Community Pitch. It should be rather empty at this time of day. Perfect for what I have in mind."
Jayne sighed but did as she was told.
"Now go left. We're being followed." Jayne froze for a moment, wanting to look around for whoever it was that was following them, but was immediately stopped by a sensation from Pandora. "No, don't let him know we know he's there. In fact.. let's let him catch us."
Jayne felt a frisson of fear. Catch them? What in Merlin's name did Pandora have in mind? Getting a handle on herself, she kept going where Pandora had indicated, under the stands of the community quidditch pitch. Though she had been warned, it was still a surprise when she was suddenly wrapped in thick ropes that tripped her up and sent her sprawling to the ground, knocking the air out of her.
"I wouldn't move if I were you," a deep voice said, and Jayne stretched out her neck to get a view of the man who'd caught her. Stocky build, average height, and wild, red hair. "I'd hate to have to kill the woman who killed a friend of mine and nearly killed my brother."
"I didn't kill anyone," Jayne argued, not knowing what else to do. "I haven't hurt anyone. Just let me go!"
"Uh-uh," the man replied, crouching down next to her, a dangerous look in his eyes. "Maybe this might spark a memory. You were killing a woman named Penelope Clearwater - who had once been close to another brother of mine, by the way - and my brother showed up, and for some reason you let him live with a warning. Sound familiar?"
The man's wand was stretched out and pressed against Jayne's neck. "I swear, it wasn't me. It was her. She-" Jayne cried out as she was suddenly overcome by a pain unlike any other, suffusing itself in her every limb.
"You ungrateful wench. Take pride in our work!"
But he might kill me! Us! I don't know what to do!
"Step aside..."
Jayne's painful reaction had been just what Pandora had needed, as it surprised the man enough that he didn't see a hand come out of the bonds, and by the time Pandora had said Crucio, it was too late for him to react. She followed the spell with a conjunctivitis curse before the man could even recover from the Crucio, then left him screaming and scratching at his eyes as she got out from her bonds, then finally stood over him, looking down at him with disgust.
"So, you thought you could capture me?" She kicked him in the side and enjoyed just how good it felt to hit someone again. "Tell me your name, so I'll know who I'm killing."
"Never," the man's now raspy voice said as his body curled tightly in on itself.
Pandora shook her head and kicked him again for good measure. "I should torture you and leave you with the memory for your insolence, but you have something I want, and it will give me great pleasure to kill you for it."
As she considered how to kill this man, she spotted a splash of colour peeking out from where shirt had been dislodged from trousers. A tattoo of a... dragon? Well, that certainly gave her ideas.
"So, you like dragons, do you? Perhaps you might enjoy this." She stretched out her open palm and sent out a stream of fire in the man's direction, watching as it engulfed him at once. His body arched and writhed, his voice screamed out, and his skin went quickly from red to black in the flickering flames.
Her anger and ecstacy increased with every moment, but this time it was Jayne's voice that stopped her. Fire! The stands are on fire! Knowing she had little time left, as she didn't really care to put out the fire for the miserable town, she pulled out the box and collected her memory once the man had breathed his last breath.
She Apparated away, the sight of beautiful fire licking its way up the quidditch stands sending her off.