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

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!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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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	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....." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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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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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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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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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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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