Dean Thomas (west_ham) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-11-11 14:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2000-11, c: dean thomas, c: sofiya capper, type: thread |
WHO: Polyjuice!Dean Thomas & Sofiya Capper
WHERE: Quidditch pitch they're working on today - Puddlemere
WHEN: As practice ends
WHAT: Dean needs to see her
RATING: Pg-13 at least, he'll be upset
This was risky. Of course it was risky. Hell, just living these days was risky for Dean. He had yet to be captured - by some sort of miracle. He'd put himself in more than one vulnerable position, so it wouldn't have been too surprising if he'd been locked away in Azkaban. Maybe murdering his family was enough for the Death Eaters. Maybe they didn't care to have him, but to use him as an example. Hey, it worked. Most people got their families out of the country. Dean had to admit, the Death Eaters were affective. They wanted the muggles gone, and both directly and indirectly they were causing muggles to immigrate all over the place.
When Dean had left Katie's, he'd managed to salvage their last bit of polyjuice potion. It would probably last for a couple hours, maybe less, maybe more. He'd only used polyjuice once before, and today seemed as good a time as any. The Order had their own supply if Dean needed it for an Order related mission. For now, Sofiya needed this. Dean needed it too. He'd managed to get a hair from a muggle. A normal, white, clean cut looking muggle. Someone that would be easily overlooked. That was what Dean needed today - someone who wouldn't look out of place. Even if he felt that way. As Dean neared the quidditch pitch, he took the nasty gulp.
The change was painful, but Dean clenched his teeth and suffered through it. He knew it was nothing compared to what Sofiya had gone through. He had his bag with him, with contained pain potions and some sort of plant to put over her branding. The shopkeeper had explained it, but Dean was rubbish at listening. While the practice went on, Dean took a seat in the stands. If anyone asked, he was part of the team's marketing department. In charge of designing uniforms, mascot costumes, and cheers. Once the practice was finally over, Dean spotted Sofiya. Easily.
Slowly but surely, Dean walked over to her, all the while keeping an eye on Goyle. Dean couldn't imagine Goyle would ask questions, but just in case. "Sofiya," he hissed, and then winked at the girl.