Post by catrin on Jun 12, 2011 20:58:53 GMT -8
Sunday, September 11th, 6:00pm
Blowing things up is so much fun, it should be illegal.... oh, that's right, it is!
Catrin couldn't help smirking as she dug around in the numerous pouches at her waist, locating the correct ingredients in sequence. A frozen Ashwinder egg. Some fuse. A Muggle lighter. Some duct tape. Aaaand her wand. Put it all together, and you get a perfect mini-bomb, or so Catrin thought. Not as fun as Greek Fire, but these were Muggles: they had no way of putting it out, which made it just unfair, since she wasn't currently trying to kill anyone.
Not that wizards have that easy of a time with it, either, she thought with a smirk, jamming the end of the fuse into the top of the egg before taping the lighter onto the side of it so that the top of it touched the end of the fuse. Now all she had to do was throw it like a grenade, then flick her wand after it and merely open the lighter. The ingenious little creation would then, figuratively and literally, take it from there.
Peeking out from around the corner of a narrow alley, the redhead pursed her lips, wondering where she should throw the thing. There were quite a few people about, which made things more difficult, since as she'd already decided, killing was out of the question today. Her instructions from Malcolm were clear:
"Play with fire all you want, girl... just make it look like a non-fatal accident, so the Ministry thinks it's just a random but unlucky terrorist."
Catrin had chosen the perfect spot in the road before her -- the light had turned red, so there was a space behind the last cars that would work excellently -- when she sensed someone behind her. She wheeled around and grabbed the person, not even looking to see who it was, and slammed against the wall with considerable force.
"Try to sneak up on me, eh?" she snarled, her American accent obvious in her furious voice, pinning the person's arms out to their sides with her hands and holding the rest of them in place with her curvy body, "Fat chance o' that... what'cha think you're gonna get, anyway? Do I look like the kind of person who carries money with them, huh?"
Blowing things up is so much fun, it should be illegal.... oh, that's right, it is!
Catrin couldn't help smirking as she dug around in the numerous pouches at her waist, locating the correct ingredients in sequence. A frozen Ashwinder egg. Some fuse. A Muggle lighter. Some duct tape. Aaaand her wand. Put it all together, and you get a perfect mini-bomb, or so Catrin thought. Not as fun as Greek Fire, but these were Muggles: they had no way of putting it out, which made it just unfair, since she wasn't currently trying to kill anyone.
Not that wizards have that easy of a time with it, either, she thought with a smirk, jamming the end of the fuse into the top of the egg before taping the lighter onto the side of it so that the top of it touched the end of the fuse. Now all she had to do was throw it like a grenade, then flick her wand after it and merely open the lighter. The ingenious little creation would then, figuratively and literally, take it from there.
Peeking out from around the corner of a narrow alley, the redhead pursed her lips, wondering where she should throw the thing. There were quite a few people about, which made things more difficult, since as she'd already decided, killing was out of the question today. Her instructions from Malcolm were clear:
"Play with fire all you want, girl... just make it look like a non-fatal accident, so the Ministry thinks it's just a random but unlucky terrorist."
Catrin had chosen the perfect spot in the road before her -- the light had turned red, so there was a space behind the last cars that would work excellently -- when she sensed someone behind her. She wheeled around and grabbed the person, not even looking to see who it was, and slammed against the wall with considerable force.
"Try to sneak up on me, eh?" she snarled, her American accent obvious in her furious voice, pinning the person's arms out to their sides with her hands and holding the rest of them in place with her curvy body, "Fat chance o' that... what'cha think you're gonna get, anyway? Do I look like the kind of person who carries money with them, huh?"