WHO: Spencer Maxwell and quite a few unfortunate reincarnate NPCs. WHERE: London, England WHEN: RIGHT FUCKING NOW BITCHES WHAT: Do you like the MTN? Too bad. It's going down. This is why we can't have nice things. WARNINGS: Violence. Spencer is Fenrir Greyback, and while her mission is simply take down the MTN, she likes people to die, too.
Magic. A lot of the time people, Spencer included, forgot that the ferocious werewolf wasn't completely a beast of the night ripping apart the wizarding community's children. No, the man was once just a wizard, and then a wizard who happened to enjoy his beast side more than his human side. Which meant that with that ferocity Spencer held inside of her was also the potential to incite mayhem on an exponential level.
Perfect. She was craving blood.
Apparition was one of the first things she had set her mind to learning specifically so she wouldn't have to rely on the MTN for her transportation needs. It would be an invaluable asset once she was done with the little project she had been assigned, and oh boy, was she just salivating for this chaos. She stood on a sidewalk with her back to a brick building, watching as mundies and reincarnates bustled past her. The cigarette in her mouth balanced precariously on her bottom lip, barely holding its place as she scoffed.
Look at all'a them. Bloody pathetic if you ask me.
"Agreed," She grinned, flicking the spent smoke outwards onto the street. It bounced off a passerby first, garnering a glare and a string of curses from him colorful enough to make her laugh. Her wand, barely protruding from her sleeve, aimed in his direction.
"Imperio," She hissed watching the man go rigid at first, and then relax. Her own personal puppet to use as a distraction. "There's a bridge over there, mate," She spoke in an exaggerated accent, keen on showing her American roots despite Fenrir's distaste. "Climb up the fire escape and have a nice fall. Cause a spectacle. Shout about it. Be proud you're taking control."
The screams started as soon as he brought himself onto the roof, his loud yells about the end being nigh mixing with screams of people asking for help. Spencer easily pushed herself in the opposite direction of the commotion until she'd found the exact spot on the MTN she'd been told to approach. There was a guard there--probably to avoid exactly what she was aiming for--who hadn't moved when the screaming started. A simple 'Avada Kedavra' took him out of commission, and she simply transfigured his body into a pebble so nobody could trace his death back to magic. She, unfortunately, didn't want to leave a trail behind this time.
Crouching down, Spencer tugged her baseball cap down to further obscure her face. Now she was safe to pull out her wand, her body practically shaking with excitement. Her assignment was to take out the MTN--nobody told her it had to be a quick and clean take down. And didn't that agency man have just a fantastic idea? How many reincarnates would be using the services right now? Surely there would be some in there when she took it down, and wouldn't it just be a bloody shame if those in there caught fire? A ruddy shame. The agency really should take better care of their own.
A few minutes and magical taps later and Spencer stood to her full height. From the front she heard screaming for a fire extinguisher, but with a swish! of her coat she was gone.