Regulation and Control

Who: Fred Holden and Stephen O'Reilly her mad passionate lover (or, y'know, Harry Potter, whichever)
What: A thinly veiled excuse for crack
Where: God knows where. Back alleys, fish stores, chip shops, dominatrix dungeons, under the sea chapels...the possibilities are endless.
When: Friday evening (way before he meets with Seamus), 8th August
Rating: PG-13 for language and suggestive humour likely
Status: Closed;Incomplete

Fred had a date with her gigolo love of her life, at least this is what she'd told both Ben and her brothers. Technically it was true except for how Harry wasn't actually a gigolo, it wasn't really a date and Fred wouldn't know the love of her life if they wore a flashing neon sign. It sounded way better the first way though so she stuck to that version. Who needed it to be true as long as it sounded good?

There was a time and a place for meeting up but Fred was restless. New moon had come and gone which marked the end of her mellow period. On top of that she was healthy, even if still underweight, and with tonight being the first quarter of the moon she had more energy than she'd experienced since before her kidnapping. Having to wait anywhere was a bit of a problem for her so she took to wandering until she could show up unreasonably early for meeting up with Harry. She'd taken to chatting with people in passing and somehow acquiring a couple children before their mums pulled them away half terrified of Fred. She thought she looked loads more normal in her jeans that cut off at her knees and her loose tee shirt. After all, she was wearing clothes and smiling and that meant non-threatening, right?

She spotted the familiar head of stuck up black hair before she could even see the rest of him, though she was standing on a bench at the time so that helped. Hopping down, Fred wove her way between the people on the pavement and went in a wide arc around him so she could silently creep up and tap Harry on the shoulder. He wasn't even fully turned around yet when she sprang up. "Ha--Heeey!" Her hands were on his shoulders and her legs went around his waist. Harry could either catch her or fall over. Fred wasn't much bothered either way, she just grinned at him like mad.

( Owl package to Ky )

( Warded owl to Charlie Weasley )

Who: Fred Holden, "Stephen O'Reilly" (Harry Potter), and lurking family
What: Harry's proving what a gigolo Stephen is to cheer up the kitten
Where: Her parents' house in Padworth Common
When: Backdated to 30th July
Rating: PG
Status: Closed;Complete
Warnings: Cait is bloody hilarious, beware of crack.

( Look, I've got an arse when I wear this, see? )

Who: Fred Holden & Everrett Mac
What: Kitty is laying some things out very plainly
Where: New Piccadilly Cafe
When: 1:30, Sunday, 3 August
Rating: PG
Status: Closed;Complete

( I feel like I've been lied to. I have been lied to. All that department is is a bunch of lies. Secrets and lies. )

( Heavily Warded Owl to Fred Holden )

( Note left on Fred's kitchen table )

Who: Fred Holden & Finn McGill
What: The Alpha is PISSED
Where: Home, Stapleford Abbotts
When: noon, Saturday, 2nd August
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Status: Closed;Complete

They hadn't been back for long yet. After driving home and keying Nate and Susie both into the wards along with Ky so they wouldn't trip any magical alarms Fred had finally gotten to the pile of Daily Prophets lying about. The moment she'd come across the headline on today's edition the rage rose. They'd smelt like blood and death the night before when they'd come back but Ford smelled like that all the time due to work. She hadn't paid much attention at the time. That and this? Coincidence? Doubtful. The last coincidence hadn't been one either. Ford was out, Fred knew. He'd gone into work. Finn, though, she was still around.

It didn't take much effort for Fred to pick up the scent and locate the wolf. Even covered in clothes Fred looked stronger right now than she had in days. Truth be told, she looked like she was about to kill. The paper was thrown into Finn's lap. "That what you two were up to?" Her voice was being very carefully controlled, but the growling slipped into her words anyway. It was hard to control it with just how very quickly her anger had been tripped.

Who: Charlie Weasley, Harry Potter, Ben Dunstan, Finn McGill, Fred Holden, Graham Pritchard, Armour Golem Things, Faceless Nameless Unspeakables and bombs.
What: This is a Rescue Mission
Where: Air ducts, the Department of Mysteries, the Streets of London
When: Late night. Saturday 26th July into early morning Sunday 27th July.
Rating: PG-13 (it's Mission:Impossible)
Status: Closed;Complete

( Harry stunned him again, aware of the possible damage to the mind beyond the memory for such a rapid follow spell, but there was no time. )

Who: Fred Holden & Graham Pritchard
What: Knitting and Bake Sales (what do you think they're going to get up to?)
Where: Fred's cell, Space division, DoM
When: Early evening, Wednesday, 23rd July
Rating: PG-13 for language, I'm sure
Status: Closed; Complete

They'd removed the bed during the time she was gone. At some point after Rabbit had proved he was more avian than lagomorph Fred had decided again she couldn't risk these people learning too much about her. They'd clipped her nails so short she couldn't wait for them to grow back and she couldn't reach any major arteries with her teeth. Instead she'd started to pull apart the bed frame she hadn't been utilising for sleeping anyway. When they'd found her about to dig into her flesh with a sharp, twisted piece of metal they had gassed her and she'd spent all the hours between then and now in a sensory deprivation tank. Where muggles hadn't quite gotten the full submersion technique down, wizards had. Fred, cat afraid of water, had spent over forty-eight hours in a massive tank filled with salt water. She couldn't even find the walls to pound against. No, she just floated there, suspended, unable to move. She'd been blindfolded and had a bubble-head charm done on her so she could breathe. Other things they'd done had hurt, but that was the only thing that had scared her. Fred had spent more than two days terrified. Maybe they thought they'd broken her with it. Maybe she'd let them continue to think that. Or maybe they really had and she was just lying to herself thinking they hadn't.

All that was left in her room was that jumpsuit she still hadn't put on, the sink, the toilet and a new mattress. They'd replaced the old one with a futon, presumably because it didn't have any springs. She had been unconscious when she was dumped on the cold, concrete floor. By the time she woke up there was a tray of cold slop masquerading as food. It wasn't even that bad as far as food went, if you were human. Two days of not eating anything had taken a huge toll on Fred, though, and the meagre attempt at meat on the plate wasn't going to do much of anything for her. So instead she glared at it and curled up on the new mattress, shivering from the drop in her body temperature but remaining too stubborn to put that stupid jumpsuit on.

Who: Fred Holden, Rabbit Tuor
What: Witnessing the new specimen, snarling
Where: The room with Fred's glass cage, Space Division, DoM
When: Mid to late morning, Tuesday, 22 July
Rating: PG-13 tentatively
Status: Open;complete

They were feeding her twice a day but the only thing Fred would touch was the meat, and even then only after a thorough examination of it. It barely passed for meat and it was cooked, horror that was, but it was better than starving completely just yet. If she could find a weak link and use it Fred would escape. If not, well she'd already been caught trying to dig her femoral artery out of her thigh a couple times during her residence. Her nails had been cut so short the tip of her finger came out farther than the nail itself. They'd done it while she was unconscious. It had taken until Monday for them to get really smart and start gassing her to knock her out before doing whatever it was they were doing to her. Fred always woke up sore but healed from whatever it was they'd been doing.

She slept excessively. There was little else to do with the increased silver presence lining the glass walls that contained her. Fred had burns on her hands and along her forearms from having tried to break the glass despite the presence of the silver. It had managed to criss cross down her right side like an X pattern drawn by a drunken child. The sleep helped to make up some for the lack of protein. It was likely only for that reason that Fred still wasn't cold enough to bother wearing the jumpsuit. She was cold, chilled to the touch, but until she started shivering she refused to give them the pleasure of her playing human enough to wear clothes. In all honesty, her temperature was barely below that of a human's. Fred's body temperature, however, ran nearly ten degrees higher than a human's did naturally.

From where she was laying curled up into a ball on the mattress in the middle of the floor Fred spotted movement. She lazily lifted her head to verify if it was someone passing through or someone coming to stare at the catgirl. Maybe they'd even come to poke her a bit. Prod. Something had happened over the weekend, they weren't cutting her up or subjecting her to electrotherapy anymore. At least, if they were she was unconscious during it.

Who: Morag MacDougal and Fred Holden
What: Morag finds out Mysteries has Fred, and makes a bargain.
Where: Containment, Space Division, DoM
When: Sunday, 20 July, around lunch
Rating: PG-13 for some language and discussion of torture
Status: Closed; complete

( I work with potions, I observe things...but not like this... )

((enclosed is the dagger Vokte with his scabbard-thingy))

Who: Fred Holden & Everrett Mac
What: Fighting Unconsciousness & Unhappy Revelations
Where: Containment, Space Division, DoM
When: The tail end of sunrise, Friday, 18th July
Rating: PG-ish
Status: Closed;Complete

At some point the Unspeakables had finished with her during the night. They'd cut her up without the benefit of any anaesthetic and figured out how to keep the snow leopard restrained. Memories of the night were fuzzy at best, her mind having taken the responsibility of blocking most of it from her mind. She'd never managed to rip that man's throat out either. She'd done damage and she thought maybe he'd gone to St. Mungo's at some point but Fred remembered the man she kept thinking of as Calitri as being there with bandages wrapped around his neck. There may have been Cruciatus involved. A conversation between him and Marylou, the name she'd ascribed to the other Unspeakable, echoed in her head.

"You can't do that," the woman had told him.

"Why not? It can take it."

"It's an Unforgivable."

"Well it's not human. Who cares what we do to it?"

They'd put her in a glass room. All the walls were glass from floor to ceiling and Fred had spent at least an hour scratching at the wall and running at it, slamming her body into the same body sidewise as she tried to crack it. There didn't seem to be a door. There was a cot, a toilet and a sink. Good thing she didn't have any problems with modesty. Eventually she'd wonder where her clothes were. For now the snow leopard lay in the middle of the floor exhausted. She was silent, too proud to whimper. She was healed now but her entire belly had blood matted into the fur. So much so it was hard to tell if she was still cut open or not. The Unspeakables hadn't bothered to try to stitch her once they'd realised she could heal herself anyway.


((OOC: Sorry Teri! I meant to get this up before I passed out last night but that happened sooner than I'd expected))

Who: Fred Holden, two Space Unspeakables
What: Checking out the new acquisition
Where: Space division, DoM
When: Sunset, Thursday, 17th July
Rating: PG-13 for mention of slicing and violence
Status: Closed;Complete

( She’d woken up in an iron cage, literally )

Who: Fred Holden, and the DoM Space division (minus Ev and Pritch)
What: Kidnapping
Where: The woods a few miles out from Fred's house
When: during the 4 o'clock hour, Thursday, 17th July
Rating: PG (mild language)
Status: Closed; Complete

( What are you going to do, snuggle with her? )

( Owl Package to Vi Marlowe )

Who: Fred Holden & Charlie Weasley
What: File clearing and the like
Where: His office, Scamander Park
When: Around lunch time
Rating: PG-13 (for language and lack of clothing? And, of course, all that incredible wallsex that will happen will drive this straight to an X rating eventually...)
Status: Closed; Complete

Fred had crept silently up the stairs to the third floor a few times since she'd gotten into the office around nine. Every time she'd found who she assumed was Tonks with her feet up on the desk. Why was it that the more she was exposed to this person the more she suddenly felt overwhelmingly bloody professional? Sure, she sat on her desk, but she also kept the door closed and until people had gotten used to her she'd always hopped off when someone knocked. Rather than try to play nice, as she was sure she might be incapable of it until after the moon when she was more mellow, Fred avoided.

It wasn't until around lunchtime, when Fred seriously wanted to be napping in the sun, that the desk was finally empty. Listening for a moment, she verified that she wasn't nearby. She had to risk that the woman was, hopefully, not in Charlie's office, but Charlie would likely diffuse the situation if she was. Fred hurried over to the door on bare feet and knocked on the door. She would have pulled on her skirt in her impatience to get inside before the little punk secretary showed back up but she realised she was wearing shorts. Granted, they just barely qualified as shorts, but they had the proper shape of the garment they masqueraded as. Really they could have been skin if it weren't for being a bright orange. The triangle bikini top matched them perfectly. She was dressed for the beach, only Fred didn't go to beaches. Clearly she'd gotten over her clothing for the sake of others thing she'd done yesterday.

Shifting from foot to foot, Fred began counting in her head. It hadn't been but a moment since she'd knocked, maybe less, but she really didn't trust herself to deal with that woman right now. As it stood, the only thing between Tonks and a broken jaw was Fred's respect for Charlie.