Who: TELLA What: plotting death-like things. When: let's say last Thursday night. [backdated] Where: Ella's flat. Warnings: there will probably be some. Status: Incomplete
They were both restless, so it had been good for them to burn off some of their energy before having a serious talk. Terrence had definitely taken his restlessness out on Ella, though he was sure that she hadn't minded, and then wandered into the kitchen for refreshments. It was her flat, so there was a slightly higher ratio of pumpkin foods to normal foods even than in his own fridge (although after being with her for six years, there were quite a few pumpkin items in his inventory, as well), and he got them both some pumpkin juice and sandwiches, with pasties thrown in for her. He never ate her pasties; they really didn't appeal to him nearly as much, except for the fun of watching her practically orgasm while she was eating them.
"So Barlow suggested we go after Nott," he said, flopping down beside her on the disorganized mess of pillows and blankets on her floor that they'd made. He set the food between them, and twirled one of his knives before cutting his sandwich in two and taking a large bite. "I'm thinking we use the son to get to him, get through his wards. He was in Slytherin a few years below me, pretty quiet. Not that I'm underestimating him, but I'm sure we can take him."
He was rather convinced that the two of them were invincible, especially now that their souls were residing inside each other's bodies. Both of them would have to be completely destroyed at once for anyone to manage to off them, and the chances of that happening -- especially at the hands of the skinny, reserved boy Terrence remembered from school -- were very slim. He grinned at Ella, and shifted to lean his back against her bed, his legs crisscrossing and twining with hers. "Also, put any thought into what we'd do if we had to run?"
That was an important question, although not one he was particularly worried about. If they had to go on the run, he was going to enjoy every second of it, if only because they had escaped the Dark Lord's world and everything in it that he had issues with. But it was probably a good idea to plan certain things in advance, to make sure they were successful. He might be underestimating Theodore Nott, but he didn't think he was underestimating the Dark Lord's (and the Death Eaters') fury at being betrayed by two of their own.