|susan bones will try to fix you. (susy_b) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-08-19 00:03:00
|Entry tags:||!2003:08, !complete, marcus flint, ron weasley, ronald weasley, susan bones|
WHO: Susan Bones & Marcus Flint & Ron Weasley (a little after)
WHAT: An attempted robbery at the apothecary!
WHERE: Susan Bones' apothecary in Diagon Alley.
WHEN: Wednesday evening around 8pm.
RATING/STATUS: PG - PG-13 for violence and language... possibly. / Open to Marcus Flint.
Stifling a yawn, Susan continued to drop ingredients into the potion which was boiling in the small cauldron on the counter. Glancing over her notes, she began to regret agreeing to making this potion for one of her clients. Leave to the elderly to insist upon purchasing the most complex ingredients and then demanding that she brew them. With the last of the ingredients added, Susan glanced at the clock to determine how long it should boil. Part of questioned why she didn't just give this job to Maeve. The young woman was a reliable worker in her shop, and she always seemed willing to do whatever Susan requested. Of course, Susan rarely asked much of her, most of the time she left Maeve alone. Susan knew that Maeve didn't require babysitting and she seemed like a completely capable woman.
At eight o'clock in the evening on a Wednesday, Diagon Alley tended to be quiet. Not many witches and wizards wandered the streets and Susan was grateful for that. It left her to tend to the shop and all the orders that customers requested. Stepping from around the counter, she grabbed the left over ingredients and began to shelve them. It wasn't until the sound of the door opening caught her attention. Two large black cloaked figures entered into the shop, dark hoods pulled over their heads obscuring their faces. Wands were pulled out as the door slammed behind them and they began looking around the shop. This was certainly not what Susan wanted to see at eight in the evening.
Stormy green eyes went wide with shock as the items fell from her arms, crashing against the floor. Shattering glass instantly gave away her presence as her hands moved to her pocket attempting to pull out her wand. Fumbling slightly, she cursed under her breath, but it was too late. One binding hex later, Susan found herself pinned against the wall, jars and boxes of potion ingredients falling to the floor. Screaming loudly, she attempted to fight against the hex, only to find herself stuck and bound firmly.
"Wh- what do you want?!" She whimpered, as she watched in horror as the cloaked figures moved through the store knocking items off the shelves and creating a mess. "Please, just leave... take whatever you want and go." One of the cloaked figures caught sight of a cash box on the counter and moved towards it. Neither of them spoke a word to Susan, just continued to rampage through her store. It wasn't until one of the cloaked robbers got tired of her screams, that he finally stifled them with a rag he found on the floor.
Holy hell, if she got out of this alive, she planned on closing up the store at 5pm every evening.