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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Sept 19, 2012 10:38:11 GMT -5
Just because they were adults didn’t mean they followed orders. They’d be obedient to a certain extent, but this was ridiculous. If they weren’t putting any Order members at risk, there was nothing keeping them from going to check out the situation. It was way too easy. Even if the shop had been open, they’d have found a way to kick everyone out early and go.
Something was up and they wanted Fred and Lee to sit around? They’d have been better off just not sending anything to them. Fred and Lee had just closed the shop when an owl came through, dropping a letter right in front of Fred. He picked it up and unfolded it, holding it out so Lee could see what was going on. The message was far from specific. The Order evidently had no clue what was happening, other than the fact that some people were being held somewhere in woods behind Malfoy Manor and that the Order was “working on the situation”. They may as well have said “Something bad’s happening.. somewhere.. to someone. Wait for us to tell you more information before going to help.” If people were being kept somewhere, there was no way they could just wait. Too much could happen in a short period of time. With the war going on, there was no doubt that the conflict had to do with blood status. Fred was an unworthy pureblood and Lee was a Muggleborn. Someone was going to be angry when they showed up.
And they were going to show up. They want us to stay here, he said with a chuckle, pointing his wand around the room, making sure everything was locked up. We’ll be back before they know we’ve left. He refolded the parchment, placing it in his pocket in case they needed it later.. not that they’d be needing the “large” amount of information in the letter.. We’re probably alright apparating to behind the manor and finding them from there. It’d be brilliant if they knew how many we were going to be up against. Reckon it doesn’t matter much. They knew very well that even if they were told they’d be dealing with fifty other people, they’d be going in anyway. It wasn’t going to affect how careful they were, so maybe less information was a good thing. They’d find out.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Sept 19, 2012 20:44:03 GMT -5
Once upon a time (because that's how all the cool kids start their posts these days) there was a book, about a book, in which a character spoke of another character, who said that every epic should start with a burning map... But that's actually pretty irrelivent information, because Fred and Lee didn't have a burning map... and this isn't an epic. Which is really a good thing, if you think about it, because in epics everyone dies... No, wait, actually, that's not true. The good guys actually never die. In epics, every time the main characters are in a situation they can't get out of, random supernatural events occur that spontaneously bring them great fortune and glory... Maybe it would be better if this was an epic after all. Cue the burning map! Uh.. letter.. that wasn't on fire. Sure. Why not? Close enough.
So, all and all and all things considered (from the closes up shop to the psycopaths in charge of the wizarding world), it wasn't really an out of the ordinary occurance until Fred held out the letter for him to read. He almost didn't need to, his friend's face explained pretty well. That and, you know, the letter said a good whole lot of absolutely nothing. It was kind of cryptic, but then again, you'd have to be blind, deaf, paralyzed, and laying under a rock to not know what was going on. Them two, they knew what was going on. And because their was absolutely no reason to not be blunt about it; it sucked.
"I dunno. I'm reading between the lines and it sure sounds like they want us to go do something." It wasn't like Fred and Lee had made any plans to go hang out with the Malfoys until well- now. If the Order really didn't know that much about what was going on, you think they'd have something better to be doing then sending out owls to the two of them. You know, sure, were the idiots gallivanting about Diagon Alley, Lee would have loved a heads up. 'Stay out of trouble' - probably not gonna happen either way, but at least it would have made sense.
Making sense was clearly something that wasn't happening much these days. (Luckily they never had those kinds of problems.) But Fred had been on the same page as him the whole time about going. He wouldn't have expected anything else. "Yeah, not really." He half-smirked. They weren't exactly.. they just didn't.. they.. Lee didn't know what they were. But without question this was what they had to do and they were sure gonna do it because they were them (and im totally making sense here, i know) "Hey, maybe when we're done we can write back and show 'em what a letter's supposed to look like."
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Sept 19, 2012 22:32:56 GMT -5
You, my friend, are a good reader. Reading between the lines, Fred was pretty positive it said something more like.. Don’t go anywhere near it. Fred and Lee, that means you. But, everything was open to an individual’s own interpretation. Fred preferred Lee’s, so that’s whose they were going to go with. It barely took any communication for the two to confirm that they were both thinking the same thing, and that they were going to come up with some stupid plan. They didn’t even really need to discuss what was in the letter. If there was actually useful information in the letter, they still wouldn’t have had to talk about it. They pretty much knew right away what they were going to do. It’d be a miracle every time they chose not to wing something, but winging it didn’t always turn out horribly for them. Not the way they worked with each other.
Even Lee Jordan could write a better letter, and that thing was supposed to be official.. like all fancy and everything. Didn’t those people know how to write and what circumstances to write under? If something was going on and you wanted to tell someone about it but you didn’t know anything, you didn’t just go and start sharing just that, that something was happening and you didn’t know what. It was a waste of ink, time, and tree. That piece of parchment could have been used for something important.. but nope. It was something that was so “secret” that it would have been bad to get intercepted, but even the interceptor would get no use out of it. Good idea. But, I dunno, these ones are sort of more fun. Running into a potentially dangerous situation blindly.. of course it was fun.
To the manor then, he reminded Lee, since it’d really suck if they both ended up in different places. By that time, they’d had more experience with the whole apparating thing, so there wasn’t much that could go wrong for that part as long as they paid attention to each other while planning it out. See ya there, he said before disapparating and appearing on an empty (thank God) edge of the manor, outside and right beside the line of trees that marked the forest’s opening. Whatever was happening was not very far away, and the voices sounded like they were headed toward Fred and Lee. Gesturing in the direction the voices were coming from, Fred moved forward slowly, trying to get a better idea of what they were walking into as he listened. There were many death eaters—plenty to outnumber the two Order members. Other people.. it didn’t sound like there were many, maybe two or three. Then again, it wasn’t going to be unlikely that anyone there was being impaired in such a way that they could not make noise, so listening wasn’t a very accurate way to make that conclusion.
The closer they got, the more guesses they could make about the situation at hand. The walk was not long at all before the figures became more defined. Fred counted seven death eaters and what looked like two people who remained unfamiliar. They were clearly in horrible conditions and had probably been enduring torture for a while. The death eaters were shouting out all sorts of curses as if they were playing a game. They weren’t going to be happy when their amusement was interrupted. Fred gave Lee a cautious look before walking right into what was going on. He did what instinct first instructed him to do, pointing his wand at one of the victims as he countered the curse that he recognized to be harming the person. It wasn’t until then that he looked around, his feet planted near Lee’s in the center of a bunch of very curious and sadistic people.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Sept 20, 2012 1:14:57 GMT -5
So yeah, fun was totally the first word that came to mind when you got a letter describing- well okay, the letter described absolutely nothing and we've gone over that numerous times now, but when you stupidly ran blindly, head-long, right into some potentially deadly action that you were specifically told to stay out of. Seriously. I mean, So. Much. Fun. "Yeah. You're totally right. No idea what I was thinking." He nodded when Fred repeated where they were going. Malfoy Manner. M&M. Big giant-can't miss it- yeah-huh totally focusing on the matter at hand. For the record, Lee still really hated apparation. Like, as much as people hate gross things like spinach and water (not together, but.. together they'd probably be pretty gross too). Definitely not his preferred method of transportation, but it was kinda convenient and necessary and so, ya know, thats cool. Manner. Right. Yeah. Apparating.
I know what you're waiting for, and without further delay (other than the delay of announcing a lack of delay and a delay of anoucing that i'm announcing a lack of delay and okay i'm really done now)poof. And a poof that actually gets them where they're going. And together. And not in the middle of a group of angry Death Eaters. "That went well.." There wasn't really time to look around the giant estate and forest (why was there an estate in the middle of a fore- not. the. time.) because they could hear the Death Eaters voices and they sounded like they were coming closer. Of course.. that might have had something to do with the fact that well, they were walking towards them. And they were walking towards them. Both.. if that makes sense... meet in the middle.. only not really, because they were being sneaky about it.
So the closer they got, the more they had to listen to the stupid, sadistic, (insert long, long, list on insulting words here) gits go off on their victims and then they got to actually see what was going on, and well, obviously, it wasn't good. Lee couldn't help but be completely pissed off. Because, I'm sorry, lets just, you know, back track a moment. The people who knew about this when it started were writing completely fucking useless letters. Anyway, back in the present, Fred was moving again "Fred what are you-" oh, and playing hero - which was completely ace and all (And almostasimportaintly, the look on the Death Eater's face when his curse was countered from nowhere- b A m (!)) The only teeny tiny completely insignificant problem with the whole thing was, well, the seven angry death eater glaces that turned on them when they realized that were no longer (nor had they even been) invisible. Right. Some kind of a pitiful threat, taunt, he was pretty sure he was getting a vibe from Fred to bite his tongue and so he did just that. We'll return the the scheduled programming of all hell breaking loose in five.. four.. three-
Twoone. Curses flew their way, all of which initially they actually managed to dodge or block (eh, practice makes perfect and lately they've been getting a lot of practice) but getting the upper hand wasn't happening. It had been a split second thing. Boom. Boom boom. You know? They shoot, they block, they aim, and suddenly you've got the two of them ready to attack, five death eaters with wants trained on their faces, and then two guys beaten the shit out of them with the other guys' (if this wasn't like, a high stress situation, there'd definitely be amusing nicknames getting thrown around here) ready to attack them. So this was it. Silence. He tossed a look over to Fred, tapping anxiously with his free hand against his leg. Someone was going to have to do something. And.. it wasn't them.
One of the Death Eaters stepped forward and tried to pull some You-shoot-and-we-kill-them-so-Hand-over-the-wands-and-maybe-we'll-keep-this-from-getting-too-painful crap. Right, so Lee knew there's been something (someone. two someones.) they hadn't really considered. (Oops). Calming down wasn't relaly an option right now, ( I mean, would it be so so so bad just to deck the guy in the nose?.. well, yes) So, there was another alternative. "Yeah, about that, I think you're a bit too late for the whole 'let's all be friends' pitch. We don't associate with your type anyway. And uh, what exactly gave you the impression you won? I mean, obviously, you're not the smartest cookie in the jar or anything but, work with me on this. 2 + 2 eqaulas. Yeah. How about you hand over the wands, and let them go, and we won't do anything to you? See, personally, I think that works a lot better. So, you think you win. We think we win. Tomato, tomAto, I guess (shush you know how thats supposed to sound) But even on the off chance you remember how to use your wand, you still loose, because we've got people -you know, The Order, yeah- we got those people- all over here. You don't have people all over here. So, unless you're really suicidal or something which - hey, that's cool - makes our job easier - I'd really, really strongly advise you listen up, calm down, let 'em go, and get the hell outta here."
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Sept 20, 2012 17:17:19 GMT -5
It was a wonder they hadn’t been attacked yet. There they were, almost frozen, wands up, tension all around. Fred would admit at any moment to Lee that stepping in and countering a curse was a bad idea, but he also wouldn’t have been able to do anything else given a do-over. It made him angry, to say the least, to see that this was happening with no help coming. Fred, what are you— Later, when they laughed about this, Fred’s response would be something like getting their attention. Can’t you tell? Meant to do that. Thinking things through, regardless of the practice they’d had, was still not their forte. For the moment, all Fred could manage to mutter in response while he did it was Fixing it. He’d have to get back to Lee on the definition of “fixing it”, but in the heat of the moment, (totally just got Asia stuck in my head), that’s what it seemed like he was doing.
What happened next was all blurred together in about 10 seconds of pure confusion and acting on instinct. Curses were everywhere. Fortunately for Fred, the deflecting was happening just as quickly as the curses. Looking over at Lee, he seemed to have everything under control as well. Okay, as “under control” as they could possibly manage at the moment. At the moment, it seemed like that went well—better than anticipated. At the moment.. their lives didn’t suck. Then, the moment was over. The shooting came to a halt and around Fred and Lee were too many ready-to-shoot death eaters to take on alone, plus the two who the gits were going to use for their own advantage. Lee shot Fred a look, which Fred returned with a ‘I have no idea’ sort of expression. Fred was clearly not the talker of the two—not when they had to be careful about saying the right thing while risking other lives. If they said anything the wrong way, they were screwed and so were the two hostages. That’s why it was a damn good thing Lee was so good at talking. Fred listened as he went off on a surprisingly persuasive tangent.
Perfect. Fred flashed his friend another look, this one more of a well done, however he kept it quick and subtle out of fear that someone else would pick up on it. The death eaters were being very predictable as they thought they could get Fred and Lee to surrender for nearly no reason at all. As much as the thought of getting the two strangers hurt kept Fred on edge, Lee seemed to know exactly what he was doing. There were no Order members anywhere near them. The longer that remained a secret, the more Fred and Lee were going to have the upper hand. He nodded in response to Lee. You’ve got about ten seconds, he added fairly confidently given the situation. The death eaters seemed to believe Lee, indicating so by slowly releasing the victims and backing away, glares on their faces. Unsure of what to do next, the twin cast a quick healing spell on the worn-down people, figuring that’d be a good start to getting them out of there. It’d be really nice if they could have this up for discussion, but their every move was being watched, and death eaters weren’t exactly notorious for being trustworthy. They were all skating on thin ice.
You two, Fred said to the pair, are going to St. Mungo’s. We’ll have the Order check in with you soon to find out what happened. He turned to his friend next. Jordan, got anything they can use as a portkey? The second he finished the sentence, Fred realized that he shouldn’t have said Lee’s name out loud. Now, he moved more quickly than he had been. Never mind. I’ve got something, he said, pulling out the letter they had gotten from the Order and pointing his wand at it. Portus. He handed over the letter and the other two were gone. As he hesitantly took a step forward to leave, a comment about Muggleborns was shouted, Fred became more angry, and the rocketing spells returned to the air around them. If this was the death eaters holding back, they were going to go insane once the Order didn't show up.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Sept 23, 2012 3:22:35 GMT -5
ooc: firstly, the DE dialogue is conceptual. does it sound like a Death Eater? NOPE. does it give us something to respond to than 'they made a comment'?...i hope so! second, i was SO annoyed writing this because i had to cut out like a paragraph of my dialogue because i needed to give you a chane to respond. third, im practically sleeping now. im gonna want to edit this tomorrow. i wanna edit it now i just dont care enough xD
To be honest, Lee had had no idea where he was going with this whole thing when he opened his mouth. There were only two possible outcomes; piss them off more than they already were or confuse the hell out of them. And he was preeeety sure he'd just done both at the same time. The Order thing- well, you didn't get anywhere in the public speaking world without knowing how to drop a name. Lee Jordan, yeah, he was practically a nobody. But the Order, that was a whole lot of somebodies. And the Death Eaters sure seemed to be buying into the "fact" that they were ready to attack any second. Lee definitely wasn't confident- there was no sure way to tell if they believed them, or for how long they'd believe them, or if the fact them believing them or not even mattered (because had they just told them that there were a bunch of Death Eaters in the trees, Lee would have struck anyway.) But Fred got where he needed to take over, and now the two of them were in control of the situation, moving in on the Death Eaters and getting the pair out of there.
That was a start. Okay, they were released, they were healed, and... and something was up. Lee almost didn't get what happened as far as Fred and his question. There was something off but he didn't.. until they were gone (what do you know, there was use for the portkey after all). Then... then the leverage was gone.. and the Order wasn't there.. and click. (well, name dropping worked both ways.) And again with the mudblood thing. "Bloody hell, you lot are uncreative. We could write a book of all the names we call you." He didn't care, he didn't. This whole thing was ridiculous, and that's all. They could have just left, but then, they were them. The only thing that was keeping them from tearing these guys to peaices (other than the fact that was easier said than done) was gone... On the plus side, they'd come to save the people. And the people, saved. On the down side.. they were kind of dead. (Hello, Mr. Whoevers-In-Charge-of-Turning-this-into-an-Epic. Ready for some magi-- right, don't need magical assistance. Okay. Yeah.)
So, if you're having a hard time keeping up with the picture (don't worry, we are too) spells had started flying again. It wasn't even a fair fight, but Lee thought they were holding their ground pretty well. (And thinking that may or may not have jinxed it.) Caught off guard, his wand went flying.. right into Death Eater hands. That.. wasn't very good. Instead of shooting a killing curse or something (don't doubt the Epic God) the DE's apparently had something else in mind. "So where's your Order? Huh? You think you can lie to us and get away with it, you filthy mudblood!" Seething and Lee's mouth wasn't even open. The Death Eater tried to get all up in his face. "You don't make it very hard." "You don't shut your mouth and learn your place things are going to get -very- hard for you. Leaving you out here's the smartest thing your Order could have done. If they even allowed a nonwizard into their ranks.. But what else can you expect from a group of scum suckers. Can never be surprised to see a Weasley disgracing the wizardng race. Largest family of blood traitors I've ever seen. "
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Sept 23, 2012 12:33:28 GMT -5
ooc: you’re amazing. I don’t even know if I’m gonna post this because you said you were gonna edit yours, even though you really just shouldn’t touch it xD okay I just decided I’ll pm this to you if I finish before I have to go this morning. And I just decided you’ll get it pmed even if I don’t finish. Now I’m just typing my thoughts xD okay. POST.
It didn’t surprise Fred one bit that this had to do with blood status. The other two people probably had not been Purebloods, and the DEs were under some insane impression that they had superiority over them for that reason. Then again, there had to be something else the gits were trying to achieve, because clearly, having the blood wasn’t enough. You had to have the blood and you had to be an asshole about it, evidently. You had to refer to others as “Mudblood”s. Now, that was uncalled for. Lee didn’t seem very phased by it, but it was undoubtedly the cause for Fred’s lack of focus from that point on. He was pissed off and it took a lot of control not to get mouthy in response. Why am I staying quiet again? Dammit, he thought, deciding to hold his tongue because he’d probably appreciate it later (or he’d be perpetually pissed off for not saying anything). It was probably better to stay focused, and letting anger get the better of him was not going to be helpful. He could stop his mouth from protesting the name calling, but he wasn’t even going to try to keep the disgust from his face.
And that was all over that one comment. They still had a lot more to take. They had come into the situation knowing they had to get the two people out of there, but they hadn’t really considered anything after that. Now the people were gone, the Order wasn’t in sight, and the dimwitted purebloods were starting to catch on. For a little while, they were doing alright.. as far as being outnumbered was concerned. It took thought and concentration to comprehend the spell that was said by the enemy, determine what would counter or block it, and then cast that deflection, all the while doing the same thing simultaneously for other spells coming in. It was a miracle they made it that long without problems, but they were bound to get caught off-guard eventually. Suddenly, Fred’s wand was out of his hand and unless Lee was now holding two wands, that was a problem.
Surprisingly, moments went by and the death eaters weren’t shooting spells. They must have been planning to do something to stall for time, which could have been a good or a bad thing. They were holding back, which was good, but it’d only be good for a little while longer, because those Order members were not going to pop in out of nowhere. The death eaters were beginning to realize that, but it seemed like they were still unsure, so they were waiting it out. When Lee was called a mudblood again, Fred’s fingers tensed up—they should have been holding and aiming a wand. When they pulled the blood traitor crap, he forgot his wand was gone entirely, jerking his hand as if he was still holding it until he realized he couldn’t do anything. He was furious. Bloody cowards, he muttered through gritted teeth. If they were so perfect, why did they need to disarm their outnumbered opponents? They weren’t worthy to call Fred or Lee anything, and yet, Fred couldn’t get their words out of his mind.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Sept 23, 2012 16:09:00 GMT -5
So, if you were going to write a book titled "Stupid Things about Death Eaters", the first question would be, where the hell do you START? Just the overall concept was.. kind of completely and utterly fucked up. You take a bunch of rich, stuck up kids who were told they were better than everyone else, and you get them wands and cloaks and tell them to go eat some death for the good of the future... Yeah, I know, makes no sense, at all. So, basically, they were in the midst of psychopaths. And just to clear up anyones confusion, nobody actually fears Death Eaters because they're superior beings. They simply fear them because they are a large group of armed idiots. And no intelligent person would ever subject themsevles to being within a few feet of said armed idiots- uh, no offence to our lovely protagonists. Except from the death eaters, cause they sure seemed to be getting a kick out of offending them-or, you know, doing what they think would have offended them.
Lee, frankly, couldn't really care less. It wasn't like this was anything he hadn't heard before. He KNEW they were insane, so, ya know, whatever. Where Fred couldn't bring himself to back talk however, he was in no way so reserved. "Didja come up with that whole thing yourself or didja need to consult the guide book for racist bastards? Seriously, if you could, ya know, come down from your cloud for long enough to realize how completely stupid you sound- seriously. Deranged. Idiots. I mean, you're not even the first guys to DO this kinda thing. Open up a history book sometime- muggles, actually - talk about irony- just like you. Blah blah blah world domination blah blah blah. You seen one crazy son of a bitch you've seen 'em all. Oh yeah, and they lost. So whatcha gonna do. "
-random pov switch curtisy of kathleen!-
The deatheater's face contorted into a grimace as the man with dreads continued to make a show of this incident. Blood boiled in his veins as this mere child, and a mudblood, at that, would dare to talk to them like that, when they were obviously superior and not to mention still had weapons in their grasp. "Cocky little mudblood, aren't you? Talking to us like that as you sit there like a helpless puppy. Well I'll tell you something, kid. You two will will be pretty damn lucky to get out of here alive at this point, and I have no reason to keep you alive anyway." He pointed his wand at the two. "So you two either need to shut the hell up or stop bloody lying to us like we're stupid enough to believe the nonsense coming from your mouths."
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Sept 23, 2012 20:11:57 GMT -5
As usual, Lee said everything absolutely perfectly without missing a single thought that Fred would have had. The problem with that was, the assholes were getting completely pissed off with Lee and Lee didn’t have a wand. Lee did this thing where he got people pissed off with him and he didn’t stop. That was becoming a problem, especially because being called a mudblood didn’t seem to affect him at all. That was sort of a good thing, but in this situation, reason to shut his mouth would have been helpful for Lee. In Lee’s defense, however, keeping quiet was not easy to do and Fred was barely achieving it. He wouldn’t be for much longer anyway—he was close to cracking. All is took was two mudblood comments, and then the idiotic psychopaths crossed the line.
The one that had been getting under Fred’s skin (and had been trying so damn hard to get under Lee’s) raised a wand and put it way too close to Lee. Like, hello, personal bubble popping alert. That was not okay, and it was probably the first thing that night that bothered Lee just as much as it bothered Fred. As the leader of the morons put his wand near Lee, he dropped the mudblood bomb for like the third time. That. Was. It. Who the bloody hell do you think you are?! If you want us to shut the hell up, you’re gonna hafta be reasonable. Get your damn wand out of his face and maybe we can cooperate a little bit. Oh, and if you call him that word one more time, you’ll get your ass kicked by a blood traitor. Mind you, if Fred had his wand, those gits would have no problem shutting up. Fred was done taking their shit.
Your Order has about sixty seconds to show up. Or what? That didn’t sound good. They were all getting angry now. Fred even hoped in the back of his mind that the Order would show up before the bullshit time limit was up, but he knew that was just something he was trying to get himself to believe possible. They weren’t coming. It annoyed Fred to no end how the DEs thought they could push them around because they had some crazy idea in their minds that they were superior. That concept now had Fred’s aggravation coming out in explosive bursts. You’ve got about sixty seconds to start acting like civil human beings or you can forget the whole cooperation thing. Yea, like they were going to cooperate either way.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Sept 23, 2012 23:01:16 GMT -5
Bloody hell, Death Eaters were a repetitive lot. Lee was getting ready to go at them again when the Head Moron decided to actually do something with that wand he was waving around and shove it in his face. There wasn't a lot that got Lee to shut up, but the incentive here was pretty high. Besides, by the time he was even getting past the 'oh fucking hell' moment Fred was already yelling at them. Lee wasn't sure how smart pissing them off MORE was, but he approved of the rant anyway. He had half a mind to try and grab the guy's wand while he wasn't paying attention, but Lee figured there were a whole lot more ways that could go wrong than right, and even if it did work, there was still six other death eaters with eight other wands who would probably be more than willing to get in on the action.
Sixty seconds. Or? Yeah, that was floating around Lee's mind too. And none of the outcomes he could think up sounded very pleasant. As far as the whole "Cooperating" thing went, Lee didn't see why it was even an argument. Cooperative or not, he was still a mudblood and he was pretty sure the Death Eaters were aiming to do the same thing to them regardless of how well they behaved. That known, Hell yeah he was gonna annoy them as much as possible while he could. "You're making it sound like you WANT people to show up and kick your ass? What? Figure you'll get laughed at less if you get your butt whooped by the whole Order instead of just two "helpless" kids. Yeah, that would be pretty embarrassing. I'm starting to like that idea better." He smirked a bit when Fred turned the tides and started threaning them. Seriously, go Fred. He was pretty sure he'd never seen his friend that pissed at anyone before.
Of course, between the two of them, it wasn't long before the Death Eaters were fuming again with their pride all wounded and their insanity showing. I don't think you're in any position to be ordering anyone around. He snapped at Fred, jabbing the wand. One of them stepped forward and declared There's no one here and then there went all the crazy all over again. El Stupido grabbed Lee by the shoulder with his free hand and shoved him in the direction of the manor. Walk. "No, uh, I'm good here. Actually, a little to the left wouldn't be too bad. Nice.. tree... you know."Can you cast a bloody silencer on him? Lee didn't get to see which one of the charming death eaters came up with that idea, but he'd really rather they didn't do that. No need. The Mudblood's going to behave now, right? Personal space barrier, completely breached by this point. You're going to shut up and go inside, or we're going to start making a mess out here with your friend. You too Weasley; don't even think about trying anything. It won't take much for me to slip a killing curse and look where my wand is. Right, so, inside it was then.
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Sept 24, 2012 17:33:00 GMT -5
The whole thing was becoming really unpleasant really quickly. Before, it wasn’t a big deal—they would talk up a storm and be sassy and it didn’t matter. Now, the difference was that they were no longer the ones in control of the situation. They had had the advantage of the threat of the Order coming, but now that was gone. The death eaters were quickly learning how to get to them, and how to get them to be obedient. They were disarmed and there didn’t seem to be much that Fred or Lee could do. Now, they had to wait and find out what the death eaters had planned, and it didn’t take a genius to predict that it wasn’t going to be an enjoyable experience. Taunts and even some spell flinging was something Fred could put up with. What he couldn’t tolerate was the clear danger that Lee was now in, which was beginning to work against them. But seriously, that was uncalled for. If there was one thing that was uncomfortably distracting, it was some moron’s wand in your best friend’s face.
It was great to hear Lee’s backtalk, even if the situation was full of tension. Fact of the matter was, he was completely right, and he was making fools out of (okay, they did that themselves but Lee was helping) the death eaters. It’s true—might work out better for you if you’re beaten by professionals.. I just didn’t think you guys were smart enough to realize that. But don’t worry.. they’ll be here soon.. Soon.. they were going to be play things for a bunch of death eaters was more like it. Although his anger remained in tact, the last comment he was able to dish out was You don’t really think a lot, so that doesn’t surprise me. As soon as this comment left his lips, Fred became more serious. He saw Lee get shoved, which, hello, rudeness. Fred was far from okay with that, and when they told him to walk, he realized that they were screwed. The second they got inside, they were at a huge disadvantage—one of not knowing their surroundings. They had to fight back somehow. No matter what, they weren’t going to go inside. It was simple.
It seemed simple.. until the idiots grew brains. Lee resisted, and Fred gave him a concerned look that said don’t walk, which of course, wasn’t really necessary because if Lee had any choice, he wasn’t going to walk. Someone threatened to silence Lee, which luckily was overlooked. If they silenced Lee, Fred would undoubtedly go insane. Talking to him, or hearing him talk at all was going to be the only source of sanity until they got out of this. Lee not being able to communicate was going to be horrible, so they were going to have to keep the death eaters happy best they could. That was going to happen anyway, because in the next moment, The two were forced into cooperating. It was one thing to do something stupid to risk his own safety, but there was no way in hell Fred was going to try anything now. The idiots would shoot a killing curse in a second with no second thoughts. This kept the twin silent, the anger building in him as he unwillingly walked toward the mansion. Before long, they were inside and the door was closed and locked behind them. Get over there until we figure out what to do with you, said one of the death eaters, directing them to the end of a hall.
Ooc: thinking time will be required before next post. Sorry about that, and sorry this isn’t a very happy post xD I’d say it’s bad, but, I know better.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Sept 25, 2012 22:27:21 GMT -5
It was pretty obvious that the Death Eaters didn't appreciate being made into looking like fools (although, again, they didn't have to do THAT much work) the way Fred and Lee did. And it was also pretty obvious that Fred and Lee weren't appreciating the Death Eaters' treatment of them as much as the Death Eaters were (so. many. subject. words.) Frankly, life would have been a lot easier if it weren't so blatantly obvious that the two of them were friends. But.. it was.. and it wasn't even possible for them to pretend otherwise, and so they had to deal with the consequences. Lee didn't want to walk, and he knew that Fred didn't want him too, but there wasn't exactly a third option being presented. Endangering Fred (more than the danger they were in by default) wasn't an option.
Get in the manner, go over to the corner. Yeah, Lee didn't need to be told a second time to get away from the armed psychopaths (as far away from the armed psychopaths) and go stand next to the much more sane, awesome, person who was totally on his side. "Guess we're not in any immediate danger then. This'll take a while." The Death Eater glared at him. Hey! Did I say you could talk? "Uhm, well, technically, no, but you didn't say I couldn't talk either, and so I assumed that it was one of those things that unless you said specifically that we couldn't do than we could-" Shut up. I'm making myself very clear now. Don't talk. Don't move. Don't do anything. Well, way to suck. That was seriously an incredibly difficult order. He tossed his friend a look which was pretty clearly: holy shit that didn't go well.
At least, at least the Death Eaters were having some complications too. Or it sure seemed like they were from the way they were talking. Like Fred and Lee weren't, ya know, only a yard or so away. 'So what are we going to do with them?' 'Yeah, we don't need them. Why keep them around?' Well their Order's going to show up eventually.' 'We don't even know if they're actually in the Order.' 'One of them's a Weasley. Someone's going to be looking for him.' 'Well what about the other one?' 'We'll take care of that one.' 'If we kill them they'll still come looking.' 'Well maybe we shouldn't stay here then.' This conversation was going in places that they definitely didn't want it going. Aside from that, it was hard not to comment on the fact that they sounded like a mix of an old married orgie and the robbers in Home Alone (okay, so they needed a bucket, some rope- yeah, I know, I'm hilarious.), which they.. did. Yeah.
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Sept 26, 2012 10:16:48 GMT -5
They were in a corner, a pretty short distance from the death eaters (which they didn’t acknowledge at all). It was unsettling to be standing there waiting for something to happen, but at the same time, he was with Lee, and it was probably the most focused he had been since the start of the whole ordeal. Not to mention, getting in the house without either of them getting hurt had been really successful. They’d been through worse, and this wasn’t turning out to be that bad. It looked pretty bad, but Fred felt that they were going to be at an advantage as long as they were standing there together in that corner. He even had to hold back a smile as Lee drove them all insane, though before he could add anything, they were told to basically become statues. That wasn’t going to be easy, and they couldn’t draw attention to themselves, so disobeying was a bad idea. They just had to do something before shit started going down. From the sound of it, they didn’t seem to have much time. Fred gave him a reassuring look before trying to figure out what to do.
It would have been easier to focus if the morons weren’t having a sadistic meeting right down the hall. They were talking about what to do with Fred and Lee as if they were useless, inanimate objects. They were right when they said that some Weasley was going to start wondering eventually, but how long that could take was not very favorable for Fred and Lee. The Order probably wouldn’t figure anything out until they sent a legitimate letter to the shop and nobody answered, which could take days. With the next comment they said, Fred and Lee sure’s hell weren’t going to be in that mansion for days. They needed to get out as soon as possible. We’ll take care of that one. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Thinking about that made Fred tense up as he tried to collect his thoughts more urgently. The Well maybe we shouldn’t stay here then part was the best thing that came out of one of their mouths by far, because leaving the house, even if they left Fred and Lee there (which would be completely moronic), would give them an opportunity to get away.
Note for the next paragraph: Focus is a thought. The next set of italics is a whisper, and then the rest of the italics are thoughts. Quotes are death eaters talking xD I realized how confusing that could have been after I typed it.
There had to be something they could do. Focus. He began to whisper to Lee, but it didn’t last long. We hafta— “Don’t test us.” Apparently, he hadn’t been as quiet as he had thought. A few of them had turned toward them, wands raised. Okay, that isn’t going to work. Damn bats hear everything.. They turned back to their circle of stupidity, and Fred rolled his eyes in frustration. He then looked around, trying to figure out how they could leave. “Well why do we need both of them?” “And if someone actually would come for them..” “Where do you suggest we go?” Fred gave Lee a look (it was a really good thing they understood each other) that said planning time. It’d be helpful if they came up with their plan before the death eaters did.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Sept 30, 2012 22:07:53 GMT -5
Nobody here is a bird. Although the thought of turning someone into one was an amusing (..and completely unhelpful and useless but whatever) one. It definitely wasn't easy to think of a way to take out all the Death Eaters while they were armed and they (the cooler they) weren't. But it didn't seem as difficult as the ordeal the DE's were making about trying to figure out what to do with them. Paying attention to them was making it hard to focus, but they certainly didn't seem like they were pressed for time. Between the fact the Death Eater's were scared of their impending rescue (yeah, wouldn't wanna cross pissed Weasleys either) and they were considering moving them- they might have actually had a way out of there.
Of course, the real problem of the moment was communication. Lee and Fred did had their awesome mind thing going on, but that was like, only for short sentences and single ideas. Something like 'There. Door.' totally would have flown, but this whole okay, so we gotta do this and this and i've got this if you can- that wasn't even something you wanted to THINK about in statue mode. He'd given Fred a confirmation look after his fragment (before they were told they couldn't MOVE either) and now he was staring at the distracting moron party. "We don't need both of them.""We can leave them in the middle of the forest. That way when they find them it's not our problem." The Death Eaters were smart about one thing. When it came to where they were getting taken, they never said the place out loud. Lee had heard enough around that he knew there were a few options they reallllly didn't want anything to do with, and that, was gonna hafta be when they made their break.
So, how to get out of here (because yes, it took me three paragraphs to actually get to the point). His idea from before came back. It definitely wouldn't be hard to get the Death Eaters in close contact again, if they could get one of their wands, they'd be in a position where a little magic and a lot of threatening could go a long way. Or they could just, yanno, blow stuff up. That had worked in the past. Okay. He looked at Fred again. I got something. You can complain about it later. You will complain about it later. He was pretty sure he couldn't not look a bit guilty if he tried. They just needed to.. hope this works. Grinning assuringly, he tossed on more look at the morons before talking. "Alright, look as soon as they're-" Yeup, just like planned. "Hey, what do you think you're doing! Come on mudblood, get over here!" "You want me to join the circle of stupidity? I- uh, don't think I could do that. I don't have bad ideas. I mean, I do, actually, but I'm kind of maxed out at the moment."
"Shut up." He grabbed Lee by the forearm and pulled him close again, wand a few inches from his face. He'd be really annoyed by all the manhandling if it wasn't so perfectly predictably well timed. He swung his free hand around and socked the death eater in the face, grabbing his wand with his other hand as a wayward spell fired at the wall. (Holyshitthatwasclose.)"You filthy little-" "Mudblood, I know." So much attitude, right there. "And if you don't want to get your ass freakin' handed to you by a mudblood, you're gonna shut your mouth, follow your own goddamn rules, and let my friend and I go." Oh yeah, time to get vindictive on that son of a bitch. (Whoever said holding in your anger until you blew up at someone was a bad thing- so, so useful right now) But first he turned around and pointed the wand at the Death Eater holding his and Fred's. "Accio our.. uh, those... bloody hell, EXPERIMENTALUS!" Yeah. Four wands. Now they were in business. "Hey Fred, you're up!" he tossed two of them his way and shot a look which very clearly said I really didn't plan on getting this far. Your turn!
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Oct 14, 2012 19:46:08 GMT -5
The face was all too familiar—the face that Lee wore before doing something incredibly stupid that Fred disapproved of. Not only did Fred disapprove, but Lee knew he disapproved, and was choosing to do it anyway. That in itself proved that it was going to be stupid. It wasn’t like they had any opportunity to talk it out. They could usually read each other’s faces, but there was a difference between communicating single-word phrases and then communicating full sentences. If Lee had a plan, Fred was pretty sure he’d have to go along with it, but it didn’t mean he liked it. Just as the death eater conversation was turning into something sort of concerning, Fred got the look from Lee. Then he started—what the hell is he doing?! He was talking on purpose, and it sure got their attention. Alright, look as soon as they’re- Lee— he muttered before stopping himself. Lee knew what he was doing.
That really sucked. Lee was grabbed and Fred could do nothing. Again, he instinctively jerked his wrist expecting to watch his spell fly at the morons, but there was no wand in his hand so nothing came out. Shit. Fred should’ve seen it coming, but when Lee started going all crazy without even using magic, Fred could barely perceive what was happening. He couldn’t help but smirk (now there was a drastic shift in mood) as Lee started to gain the advantage and give them mouth. The morons seemed to be so distracted by what was going on that they couldn’t get it together before Lee ended up with four wands. Four. Now they could do something. Fred caught the wands thrown to him and quickly realized that they didn’t have much time to act. He got another all-too-familiar look from his friend indicating that he, shockingly, didn’t plan ahead.
His first target was the git who had grabbed Lee. He wanted to say some smartass comment to the guy regarding how he was getting beaten after touching a mudblood, but Fred didn’t dare say the word when referring to Lee. It was different when Lee, himself, said it. Fred refused. Anyway, his spell was good enough to piss the death eater off without any comments. His next spell disarmed a few death eaters. His last was a beautiful Expulso, causing a pretty pile of death eater wands to explode. Thanks for your cooperation, he said slyly to the morons before apparating back to the forest that they had just been, grabbing Lee’s arm the second before so he didn’t waste time telling Lee where they were going. As soon as they appeared alone in the forest, Fred elbowed Lee in the side. Talking back with no bloody magic? You really should be dead. You knew that’d piss me off. You knew it. They almost bloody silenced you! If you ever go and get yourself silenced in one of those situations, I will kill you. He wasn’t entirely serious when he said it, and his tone was joking, but he still meant what he said--well--the part about Lee going and risking his life like a crazy person. The thing about his comment was that they assumed they would end up in shit like that again. They always seemed to do it no matter how careful (okay, they weren't careful) they were.
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