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Roger Davies ([info]agile) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-01-17 00:14:00

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Entry tags:!1998: 01, !complete, fleur delacour, fred weasley, hestia jones, roger davies

Who: Roger Davies, Fleur Delacour-Weasley, Hestia Jones, & Fred Weasley
When: 17th January, 1998
Where: Diagon Alley: WWW
What: Roger starts his first day working for the twins. Things go exactly as he expected, as he and Fred fall into trouble and find out just what Nagini has been up to.
Rating: R

All in all, Roger's first day working for the twins was shaping up to be quite the pleasant experience. He got to mess around with some amazing products that showed ingenuity that some might not have expected from a couple of pranksters, while flirting with the occasional bird that happened to visit the joke shop. He would have joked that they were paying him to just hang around and look pretty, if he wasn't so sure that they would really put him to work if he said that.

That wasn't to say he wasn't doing something that constituted as 'work.' Moving boxes, checking the inventory, counting countless amounts of product, keeping things tidy were all work-related and it kept him occupied during the lull between customers. He could only hope that this was what a regular day would consist of while he worked there.

Signing a piece of parchment for a child that wasn't yet old enough to go to Hogwarts, but old enough to know who he was, Roger gave him a grin and said, "Remember to tell all your friends where to shop now." Standing up from his crouched position, he waved at the small gaggle of kids gathered by the window, looking in with a mixture of envy and uncertainty, and laughed when they all scattered at his acknowledgment.

Yes. He could get used to this. Turning away as the young fan ran out of the shop with a bag of purchases, he hopped up on the counter and wondered where the twins were. He hadn't heard any worrying bangs from their backroom in too long now.


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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-17 05:18 am UTC (link)
Just because things couldn't be heard, didn't mean they weren't happening, but eventually Fred and George did come out of the backroom, and Fred clapped his brother on the shoulder as George went to put something on a shelf, and he went to join Roger at the counter.

"First day and it's slow business? Weren't you supposed to be dragging in the crowds and all, big injured Quidditch star? Have you learned your way around the shop yet?" He could guarantee that Roger hadn't, since there were quite a few nooks and crannies that you had to be either him or George to know about, but he figured there were some things he did probably need to show him, too.

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[info]agile
2010-01-17 05:40 am UTC (link)
"The word needs to get out that I'm here, is all," Roger said confidently, reaching over for his journal. Jotting down a quick note, he grinned and held it up for Fred to examine before shutting it. "There. Just give it an hour and you'll have a mob in no time."

Some Quidditch players got sick of the attention eventually. Roger, however, doubt he was ever going to. "What were you two doing back there? Come up with anything new?" He was curious by nature and he held an endless amount of fascination for their inventions. They would have been some terrifying Ravenclaws, had the hat Sorted them as such.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-17 05:43 am UTC (link)
"Some things we're working on," Fred said with a sly smile and a shrug. Products were secret until they were finished, the help needed to know that. He scowled at the journal and then reached past Roger, digging out his own from under the counter and flipping through pages to scrawl something in response.

When he was done, he shrunk the thing and shoved it into a pocket before he looked around. "Okay, so, you run the register just fine. Guess we ought to talk about deliveries. Owls are easy, but you'll have to learn how to use the floo."

Roger likely already knew how to use a standard floo, of course, unless he was an idiot. But nothing was standard at the WWW.

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[info]agile
2010-01-17 05:49 am UTC (link)
"Yes, yes. Let's be secretive and leave Roger out of it." If there was a slightly whiny tone to that comment, there was no way Roger was going to admit to that. Pushing his journal aside to respond to later, he hopped off the counter and rolled his eyes.

"Give me some credit, Fred. I know how to use a Floo." Though, for all he knew about the store, the Floo could have been wired to work differently here. The twins had a funny way of making things work to a different set of specifications and standards.

Nonetheless, he followed Fred to the fireplace.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-17 05:54 am UTC (link)
"You've been here one day and you want in on secrets?" Fred rolled his eyes, but slipped an arm around Roger's shoulders in camaraderie. "Come on, now. Don't want your head taken off or anything."

Fred called out to George that he was showing Roger some things in the back, and then led Roger by the shoulders into the storeroom. "Everything's modified, you know. Besides, wouldn't want someone tracing the floo and knowing where we get things, or where we send things, or... well, knowing pretty much anything about what we do. None of their sodding business, you know. We took ourselves off the network."

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[info]agile
2010-01-17 06:02 am UTC (link)
It wasn't that he didn't understand the need for secrets, but he was definitely not used to being anyone's employee and the expectations that went along with that. Given a few days, he would learn not to ask so many questions and not worry that one of the twins might be dead in the backroom because of a freak experiment gone wrong.

"So this isn't Ministry monitored?" Roger asked, peering at the fireplace before leaning back. Nodding in approval, he added, "Good. There's no telling if they might use the network for unintended purposes." His mother had disconnected the Floo in his parents' home, before advising him to do the same and taking an extended leave from the Ministry. Being Muggleborn, it had been the best option for her and she was now hiding out with some of her distant relatives.

Turning his raised eyebrows on Fred, he asked, "What do I need to know?"

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-17 06:06 am UTC (link)
"Well, it's not much different ... " Fred launched into a fifteen minute ramble, then, that proved it was actually quite different, not being connected to the system it took a new spell and a certain way of throwing the powder in to get where you needed to go, especially without being seen by anyone when you crossed into a floo that was being monitored. It was a tricky bit of magic to take yourself off and still have the floo work.

When he stepped back after the confusing, circular sort of explanation he'd given, he pushed the bag of powder into Roger's hand. "Okay, you try, and then come back."

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[info]agile
2010-01-17 06:39 am UTC (link)
Not that different? PFT. But Roger listened intently, not only because was the complicated workings of this Floo system was fascinating, but because he wasn't looking to leave a limb behind because he didn't follow the instructions to the dot. Complicated, however, was not a strong enough word to describe the whole process.

But Roger was almost certain he understood it all. "Just to the other shop and back, right?" He took the bag of powder and pulled the strings open, before pinching the dust between his forefinger and thumb. Considering the dust for a second, he raised it and tossed it into the heath. Watching the green flames appear, he said the name of the other shop and stepped through.

Except the flames turned red after Roger stepped into them because Roger hadn't thrown the powder just right. Alarmed, he started to step out, reaching his uninjured arm out to Fred for help. "What's going on?!" He shouted.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-17 06:44 am UTC (link)
Fred looked quizzical, and he let Roger grab his arm, already leaning past the other man to look at see exactly what had gone wrong in the first place.

That was when he slipped. It would have been embarrassing, if he'd had time to be embarrassed or really if he even understood the concept of being embarrassed - which he didn't - but there was a stray bit of canary custard and leaning that way sent him into Roger, and sent them both into the flames.

It was a few full minutes before he got his bearings enough to grab for an open grate, and who the sodding hell knew where they were ending up?

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[info]agile
2010-01-17 06:51 am UTC (link)
What felt like hours happened to only be minutes, but by the time that they were able to slip out of the network, Roger was ready to throw up. It had been quite the trip. Fred may have not known the meaning of the word embarrassed, but Roger sure as hell did.

"Merlin's balls," he groaned, gripping his knee with a hand as he bent over in half and got himself together. "What the hell was that?" He had been so sure that he had followed Fred's instructions correctly, and yet there they were, in what seemed like a living room. It was definitely not the other shop, that was for sure.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-17 06:56 am UTC (link)
"Apparently a mistake, Davies, try to keep up," Fred was grinning, though, and why not? Falling through the floo to an unknown house? It was as much excitement as he'd gotten that day, anyway. He looked around, then back at the floo grate. "Best not try going back that way until we know where we are. Probably just get out of here and apparate back to the Leaky or something, be easier."

The house didn't look lived in, though. He took out his wand, just for good measure, because you could never be sure. Still, it looked like there was fine sheen of dust on everything, and he shrugged and started looking around the giant living room, as if he wasn't in a hurry to get back to the shop.

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[info]agile
2010-01-17 07:07 am UTC (link)
Roger snorted as he finally straightened, pulling out his wand and lighting it with a quiet, "Lumos!" The end of his wand started to glow, as he examined their immediate surroundings and noted the dust like Fred had.

While he wasn't quite like the Gryffindors, with their sense of adventure fueling their moves, he was curious about where they had ended up as well. It didn't seem like anyone was home, anyway. So while they were probably trespassing, it wasn't likely that they were going to be caught. "Hey look over here," he called out quietly, as he found a trail of dust on the ground that had been upset. It looked like something had been dragged.

Following it, he approached one of the doors that led further into the house. "What do you think made that?" The back of his neck started to prickle as the short hairs on it started to stand. For some reason, he was starting to get a really bad feeling.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-17 07:13 am UTC (link)
Fred examined it, but it didn't look like much of anything except disturbed dust, though something about it was off, and he instinctively moved ahead of Roger to the door, because Fred didn't like letting people move into danger in front of him - if he was going to face shite, he was going to face it head on. "Dunno," he answered, a little quieter than he had been.

He turned the knob, and it led into a hallway. There was dust here, too, and those same marks. Also, footprints, and they all seemed to lead back through the hallway toward another closed door.

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[info]agile
2010-01-17 07:20 am UTC (link)
Roger noticed Fred taking point and bit his tongue before he could say anything about it. If this wasn't starting to become as unsettling as it was starting to, Roger might have quipped about how he could take care of himself and didn't need a big strong man like Fred to walk ahead of him. But he seemed to be more experienced in this than he was, so he kept quiet and let it be done Fred's way.

The unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach started to grow as more marks started to appear in the dust as the continued along the trail. What had gone on here? Stopping in front of the door, Roger kept his wand ready and in front of him. "Cover me and I'll open it?" He wasn't being brave or anything, it was just that Fred was likely to know more defensive spells than him.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-17 07:22 am UTC (link)
"Right, hang on a bit though," Fred said, digging something out of his pocket and attaching it to his ear before he dropped the other end to the floor and kicked it under the gap in the door. There was nothing he could hear, though, in the room. Not for a minute, at least, and then he heard footsteps.

"Definitely someone in there, walking about," he said to Roger, before rolling the ear back up and sticking it back where it belonged.

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[info]agile
2010-01-17 07:41 am UTC (link)
Watching as Fred used the extendable ear, Roger could suddenly see a lot more of the Weasley products in a more practical light. They weren't just there for fun and games.

"Well, it's up to you if we go in, wands blazing," Roger whispered back, tightening his grip on his wand as he reached for the door knob. He didn't do anything more than touch it though, looking to see if Fred was still ready to open the door or if he rather they head out the other way.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-17 06:20 pm UTC (link)
Fred thought about it for a moment, then shrugged and nodded for Roger to open the door. Because honestly, a situation like this, creepy house with dust everywhere and someone - obviously a wizard since the house was on the floo network - walking around when they shouldn't be because everything else looked deserted? You had to investigate. Or, if you were a Weasley and an Order member, you had to investigate.

It could have been a muggleborn on the run, or something.

Roger opened the door, and when Fred looked in he was surprised, though, to see an old woman. Old as in ancient, shuffling and turning to look at them from the dark sitting room.

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[info]agile
2010-01-17 07:50 pm UTC (link)
Pulling the door open swiftly, he pressed back against the wall adjacent to it, waiting for either an attack or a shout of surprise. When neither happened, he raised his wand again and looked around the open door to see what Fred was seeing.

Seeing the old woman, he gave her a confused smile. "Uh. Sorry ma'am. Didn't mean to drop in on you like this." Roger was already starting to let his guard down, deeming the old woman as not a threat.

But there was something off about her, something in her face from what very little he could see of it in the dark.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-18 02:27 am UTC (link)
"No..." The woman only whispered, her voice a broken sort of hiss, and she started to hobble toward them. She was small, Fred figured she'd barely come to his chest if she was in front of him, hunched over and alone here in this old dusty house.

It was sad, really.

He lowered his wand hand, watching her. "Did you need help with something?" He asked, more polite than Roger had probably ever heard him or his brother. You just weren't rude to ancient little old ladies.

"Stay..." Came the same, hissed and wheezed old voice. There was light coming through the window, and as she came closer, Fred noticed the smell - she smelled awful.

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[info]agile
2010-01-18 03:13 am UTC (link)
The rank smell reached him nearly at the same time it reached Fred. Roger tried not to pull a face at the offending odor, but he lost that battle too easily as he took an uncertain step back. He couldn't precisely describe the smell, but the closest he could compare it to was the smell of moldy old compost.

There was no discreet way to hold his hand to cover his mouth and nose. "Ma'am, should we call a Healer?" Roger knew that older people tended to have an unique smell to them, but they certainly didn't smell like this. Combined with the wheezing, hissing tone of voice, he thought that she might have been abandoned here by someone without assistance.

He forced himself to take a step forward, then another, toward the old woman. Roger intended on helping her to a chair or something, so they could figure out a way to get all this sorted. But his movement toward her caused an almost violent reaction from the woman.

She lunged at him!

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-18 03:36 am UTC (link)
It was the smell of old age, and dust, and unwashed clothes and molded stale food, and it intensified the closer she got and smelled of decay, too. Fred didn't begrudge Roger the need to cover his bloody nose.

Quite a few things happened in a quick succession, then. The hunched old woman walked into the light of a window, and Fred got a good look at her - her hands seemed blue and mottled and her eyes were thick with cataracts and sunken into folds of nearly translucent folds of her face, skin dotted and broken with liver spots and broken veins. He thought she was blind, maybe, but she shuffled right to them which made it less likely.

And then before he could do anything - like hold his own nose, maybe - the woman had lunged at Roger, and really lunged, not as if she was scared or reacting, but as if she was going for his bloody throat.

"Oi!" He called, and no matter who she was, or how old and sad, he grabbed for her, arms around her waist to pull her back from Roger. Her skin was cold, freezing even through the heavy robes, and as he grabbed her something else happened... the skin seemed to slough off under his hands, and he let go, alarmed, just in time to see the body collapsing, and a great snake pouring from a now gaping hole where her neck had been.

He raised his wand, but a bite to his forearm - so fast that he hadn't seen the snake sodding move - sent his wand spinning up toward the ceiling, then a powerful blow to his stomach from the tail knocked the breath out of him, and Fred fell backwards onto a moldy sofa, into a mound of filthy clothing.

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[info]agile
2010-01-18 04:01 am UTC (link)
"Merlin," Roger breathed, holding his neck where she had nicked him what had felt like abnormally sharp nails. He stumbled back as Fred grabbed hold of the woman and got enough of his bearings back to point his wand at her. But before he could try to talk her down from the obvious fit she was having, he watched in horror as she literally fell apart.

He wasn't fast enough to stop the giant snake as it attacked Fred, but as it turned away from its attack on Fred to lunge again at him, he shouted, "Depulso!" It sent the snake flying away from him, as he hurried over to where Fred had fallen and went about helping him stand. "Can you get up, mate?" He asked, casting a light spell to give the room more light so he could see the snake coming more clearly the next time she attacked.

Whatever the hell was going on, his priority was to get Fred out of there. The bite on his arm didn't look good at all and who knew what kind of poisons this snake had? Roger ignored the pain in his injured arm, as he used it to drag Fred away from the couch and back toward the way they had come to put some distance between them.

"Are you up for going Side-Along?" He asked, not wanting to risk getting lost in the Floo Network with an injured Fred. The only other choice was dragging him out into the open outdoors. And who knew what was waiting there?

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-18 04:23 am UTC (link)
Fred could get up, he'd be damned if some giant snake - and it dawned on him from the way his arm was burning that that was the same blood snake that had attacked his father! - would put him on the ground.

"Accio wand!" He called, angry, and his wand flew back to his hand. But he spared a look at Roger, and Roger's throat was bleeding, and it looked like his arm was hurt too, and Fred was almost abnormally good at assessing a situation quicker than most. It was his wand arm that was bit, and it hurt to even close his hand around his sodding wand. No way he could fight like this.

"I'll take us," he said instead, because the snake looked like it was shaking off the spell that Roger had thrown at it and getting ready to strike again.

He'd apparate them, because he was at least more used to being able to focus on a spell through pain and he didn't know how much experience Roger had with that. But where to take them. He had a split decision to make a choice, because he could see the snake rearing up again, and he grabbed hold of Roger suddenly and sent them both spiraling.

They ended up on a cliff overlooking the sea, in front of a lonely and beautiful little cottage, its walls embedded with shells and whitewashed. Fred sagged against Roger as they landed there, and he could feel whatever poison was in that bite, spreading fast up his arm.

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[info]agile
2010-01-18 05:07 am UTC (link)
Roger wasn't nearly as injured as Fred and even though he felt the blood on his throat, it was a superficial scratch more than anything else. The arm he was used to, it having been aching for the past few days, but he went along with allowing Fred to Apparate them out of there. He probably knew where to go, what, being apart of the Order and all that.

It was only belatedly that he even thought about how dangerous it might have been to Apparate to St. Mungo's or the shop.

"I got you," Roger said, after the initial feeling of vertigo passed. He pulled the sagging Fred up again, before half-dragging him toward the little cottage that they had appeared in front of. He could only assume that Fred had been thinking about going to a place that could potential help them and he trusted Fred's judgment under these circumstances. He didn't have much choice otherwise.

Pounding on the cottage door, he shouted, "Help! We need help out here!" He had no idea that this beautiful cottage belonged to his old Yule Ball date, so he was going to be in for a shock in a few seconds.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-18 05:12 am UTC (link)
"Bloody hell, stop screaming, they're not deaf." Fred said, and he could walk on his own steam but whatever it was in that bite was making him dizzy enough to slump against Roger's side.

He really sodding hoped that Fleur or Bill were home. Breaking into his brother's home didn't seem like the best idea while poisoned.

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[info]bleuet
2010-01-18 05:29 am UTC (link)
If there was one thing Fleur had not been counting on tonight, it was visitors. Bill had been gone since Friday evening, away on bank business, and she wasn't expecting him back until Tuesday afternoon. She'd resigned herself to a pleasantly quiet, if boring and lonely, few days at the cottage. It could be nice, having a bit of time all to herself.

Fleur had just gotten in shortly, having been out on errands and some personal shopping. She was wandering through the house, putting a few things away and thinking she might take a long bath and enjoy a light snack before catching up on some paperwork for tomorrow morning. Just as she had begun gathering towels and arranging the bathroom, she heard a pounding at the front door. It was accompanied by muffled shouts, and though she couldn't make it out perfectly, Fleur definitely detected the word "help".

Knowing that it could easily be a friend in danger, but also aware that now was not a time to be easily trusting, Fleur snatched her wand up from the bed and stalked out to the door. She stopped just in front of it, her hand hovering over the knob, the other holding her wand aloft.

Eyes narrowed, she opened the door a crack and peered out, "Help? Who is th-"

Her eyes settled immediately on Fred, and his companion - both were clearly doing badly. Forgetting any notion of caution when confronted with this vision, Fleur opened the door a bit more, looking stricken. "Oh la vache! Fred? What in- come in here!"

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[info]agile
2010-01-18 05:37 am UTC (link)
The shock of seeing Fleur again was very brief, the situation at hand taking precedent over whatever pleasant memories he had of her. "He was bit by a snake. I think I got nicked by some finger nails, but it's not that serious," Roger explained, as he led the way to into the cottage. It was a nice place, with a homey atmosphere and he felt infinitely better by being somewhere like this.

It felt safe. "Do you know anything about healing?" His own skills in the area were rudimentary at best and horrible at worse. The only thing he could think of right then was to clean out the wound and get it bandaged. "Or do you know anyone that can come help us?"

Off the top of his head, only Madam Pomfrey came to mind as someone not connected to St. Mungo's. Which as no help at all, all things considered.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-18 05:41 am UTC (link)
"Bill home?" Fred managed to ask, before a wave of nausea hit and he was lucky to make it into the house with Roger's help without sicking up all over the welcome mat like a dog.

Dumped onto the sofa, though, he felt a little better just not having to walk or hold himself up. "Too dangerous to go back to the shop or to Mungo's. Couldn't follow us here... owl Hestia." Whether he was explaining to Roger or telling Fleur what to do wasn't entirely clear.

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[info]bleuet
2010-01-18 05:51 am UTC (link)
Fleur stuck her head out of the door and checked the immediate area before closing and locking it behind her, placing the usual security charms up. As she followed the two men over to the sofa, she shook her head. "No...Bill is not to be back until Tuesday."

Once Fred was settled, she, too, addressed the matter of what was to be done. Fleur knew full well that she was not skilled in many healing abilities; at best she could whip up a pain-relieving potion, but that didn't seem it would do much in this situation.

Hovering between the two of them, she said thoughtfully, "Yes, Hestia will be the best for this." Fleur began to walk to the back corner of the room, where a fidgety Fishing Owl seemed to have picked up on the fact that something was afoot. She stopped short though, turning back around and rather forcefully guiding Roger into an armchair next to the sofa. "You, sit. You do not look so well yourself."

That taken care of, she made for the owl and began writing a brief but clear message to Hestia. She tied it securely to the owl's leg, applying a few hexes to keep the wrong eyes from reading it, and set the owl out of a window.

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[info]agile
2010-01-18 06:00 am UTC (link)
Up until Fleur had forced him down into an armchair, Roger had been hovering over where Fred had been laying and trying to make him comfortable. Though he was extremely reluctant to just sit down and relax while Fred was seriously injured, he knew he really couldn't do much until this Hestia person got there.

"Is Hestia a Healer?" Roger asked, for the sake of talking rather than any real interest in the answer. Obviously she was or had some kind of medical experience if they were calling her there.

He looked around the living room, trying to distract himself from the sight to Fred for the moment. George was probably going to kill him for getting his brother hurt like this. Because yes, he was blaming himself for messing up with the Floo and their subsequent misadventure.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-18 06:02 am UTC (link)
"Yeah," Fred mumbled, and he forced himself to sit up - something about blood flow and poison coming back to him, but he'd be damned if he remembered whether it was slower if you stood up or if you laid down. So instead he sat up on the sofa and then slumped a little against the arm, looking down at his bleeding arm. "Sodding hell," he mumbled, poking at it with the fingers of the other hand and then hissing, that fucking hurt!

He looked up to Roger, then too, scowling. "Sorry, mate. Hell of an introduction to working at the shop."

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[info]bleuet
2010-01-18 06:09 am UTC (link)
"That's done."

After the owl disappeared from sight, Fleur wandered back over to Fred and his companion, feeling rather silly. In her confusion she hadn't thought to just send a patronus message - perhaps it would have been quicker. It was done, though, and now all they could do was wait.

She settled down in the other armchair, near Fred's head, folding her legs underneath her. Her eyes moved back and forth between them, and she thought the other man looked rather familiar. It would come to her, she decided. "What happened? You look like you have been attacked by some animal."

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[info]agile
2010-01-18 06:25 am UTC (link)
"Snake," Roger repeated, feeling tired all of a sudden. "He was bit by a snake. I don't know what species, but it was big." He wanted some of those nifty little pain relievers his mother had given him on one of her rare visits out to see him. They came less frequent with the atmosphere in the wizarding world being what it was, when it came to Muggleborns. His previously injured arm was doing nothing to make him comfortable, as he shifted uneasily.

Turning back to watch Fred to make sure he didn't pass out while they waited for this healer to get there, he tried to keep calm. "You know, I joked about being maimed on my first day, but I hadn't quite expected this," he said with a tense smile as he tried to recall anything and everything he knew about poisons. "Keep your arm below your heart level. It'll slow the poison down."

His eyes flicked briefly over to Fleur. "Do you have some soap and water? We should clean it while we wait."

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-01-18 06:39 am UTC (link)
It had been a hell of a night for Hestia so far. Fresh off the high of what she deemed as a success for the start of Potterwatch, it was a typical experience for Hestia that things couldn't always sail smoothly. The rather difficult situation with Tonks had momentarily put her in best-friend-mode. She was the one with the box of tissues and the logical input. She tried as hard as she could to convince Tonks that this pregnancy wasn't a bad thing. She truly felt that the baby was going to be a blessing for the couple, not the end of the world like Tonks thought.

And she was having a little boy. Merlin. Hestia couldn't even to comprehend what Tonks was going through.

A letter from Fleur was exactly the last thing she expected. But by the looks of the handwriting and the urgency in the note, she knew she was needed.

With a small pop, a rather frazzled looking Hestia Jones Apparated outside of the front door to Shell Cottage. Her cloak billowing slightly in the wind, she landed a heavy knock on the front door.

"Who knew it'd be so bloody cold," she muttered to herself.

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-18 06:42 am UTC (link)
"Won't take Jones that long to get here - " Fred was in the middle of telling Roger, and keeping his arm down below his heart because yes, that sounded like what he'd been trying to remember before, when the knock at the door came.

He flashed a grin at Roger as if to say 'I told you so,'.

"Fleur, sister o'mine, I think the reinforcements are here....."

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[info]bleuet
2010-01-18 06:50 am UTC (link)
"Of course we have soap and water, does this look like some sort of-"

Fleur, rising to go fetch the items Roger had requested (noting his injured arm, she'd finally recognized him, though now hardly seemed to time for a friendly reunion), was cut off by another knock at the door. Presumably, this was Hestia, just as quickly as Fred had assumed. She arched an eyebrow at her brother-in-law and made her way swiftly to the door, hand on her wand again. Fleur couldn't help but still be a bit ruffled.

When she opened the door, though, there of course was Hestia. She looked positively freezing as she stood in the wind that was rising from the ocean.

"Hestia, thank you for coming so quickly." Fleur stood aside and beckoned the other woman in. She then all but took Hestia by the arm and led her to the sofa. "They were attacked by a snake, apparently, though how I do not know..."

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[info]agile
2010-01-18 07:02 am UTC (link)
"No insult meant!" He quickly said, trying to reassure Fleur as his arm protested his sudden movements.

If he didn't think throwing a pillow at Fred would have been a bad idea at that time, he would have lifted one to smack Fred with. He settled
for rolling his eyes as he stood up. Seeing her in person, he could vaguely recall seeing a younger Hestia in Hogwarts when he had been a First Year. But not enough to be on a first name basis with her.

"I don't know what kind of snake it was, but I remember it being big. And green." He looked over at Fred, briefly wondering if he should mention the old lady. But any bit of information he could remember would help, right? Were there any known species of snakes that that lived in human corpses? "It...came out of an old woman's body. I don't quite understand how or what exactly was going on, but it seemed to be wearing the old woman like a suit."

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-01-18 07:30 am UTC (link)
Between the light of the inside and the sudden warmth that hit her, Hestia felt as if she was moving into a different world. She blinked slightly as her eyes adjusted to the difference in light and she managed to move as quickly as Fleur was directing her. A snake.

They were attacked by a snake. Who the 'they' might be was still a question that had remained to be answered. That was until she caught sight of a wild mop of red hair and a slightly beaten man she recognized as a Quidditch player. Incredibly curious.

And more than incredibly frightening.

"Big. Green," she was repeatng the words as her mind took them in. She couldn't place the animal off the top of her head, but she knew she would look into it later. "You bloody Weasley men and getting attacked by snakes. Think you ought to start staying away from them."

She took sight of Fred and shook her head before she shook off her cloak and slipped her wand from the inside of the sleeve of her sweater.

"We need to clean the wound first, and if one of you-" she motioned toward Fleur and Roger, not caring who, "could start heating up a cualdron, that would be brilliant."

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[info]weasleyforge
2010-01-19 01:46 am UTC (link)
"Same snake, actually," Fred pointed out, when Hestia mentioned his dad being attacked by one too. "Don't remember much about Dad being treated except they tried those muggle slitches? Whatever they're called, and it dissolved them right away."

And he wasn't even sure how he knew it was the same snake, except he remembered Harry talking to them later - and he knew it was Voldemort's bloody pet or something.

"We'll have to go back," He said, and he wasn't sure who he was saying it to. Maybe Roger, except that Roger wasn't a part of the group that would have to go back and figure things out. "See who the woman was that the snake was using." And see if there was any way to figure out where the sodding thing was now.

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[info]bleuet
2010-01-20 04:53 am UTC (link)
At Hestia's word Fleur had set off to the kitchen, where she had stored the cauldrons just hours before, and returned with one shortly. As she set it in the fireplace and set a small blaze beneath it, she looked over her shoulder at the trio near the sofa.

"Well you are certainly not going anywhere tonight," she declared, looking very stern indeed. This whole thing sounded horrifying - a snake wearing an old woman's skin like a suit? What could that possibly be?

Pleased enough with the setup in the hearth, Fleur turned on her heels and walked back over to them, brushing her hands off daintily. "It deserves addressing. But you can not mean you wish to return alone."

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