Post by mandy on Sept 16, 2010 20:15:05 GMT -8
June 21st, 11:38 pm
Nails like claws scraped along the Apothecary’s faux finish.
Freedom.
Mandy didn’t know what to do with herself, except walk. The cedar wand up her ragged sleeve was comforting and warm. Girlishly, she drew it out and began playing with it, making sparks trail in the air and changing their colors from white to blue, purple to red. On a whim, she summoned a friend.
“Serpensortia.” She whispered the spell in Parsletongue and tapped her wrist. A black snake oozed from the wand and wrapped itself around her arm. When all five feet of the snake were engaged around her, she tutted at it and spoke to it.
“Now dearest, so drab! Lighten up.” She tapped the snake again and its pattern changed into that of an albino corn snake.
“There now, Percy-love…better, so better.” The one sided conversation was spoken in the sputtering, sibilant language of snakes. Amanda had not willingly spoken English in so long that the skill was now secondary to her Parsletongue preference when she spoke to herself. Yards behind her, Death Eaters Apparated. Apparently, the death of her former masters had been reported. Mandy began running.
The snake burrowed into her clothing, gripping tightly enough to keep from being lost in his mistress’ mad dash. In and out of alleyways, abandoned housing, and streets; Mandy led the enforcers on a merry chase. Every turn caused her mind to shed more of Mandy and gain more of Hermes. The character differences were simple, but grievous. Mandy wouldn’t kill the government enforcers, but Hermes would look for every opportunity to do so.
There…Perfect
The red headed terrorist dodged into a Quidditch shop window, literally. Shards of glass rained down, cutting her arms as the shattering noise cut the night. The first Death Eater on the scene received a well placed Bludger’s bat to the face, dropping her instantly in death.
“Batter up, bastards…you’ll never take me alive again!”
Nails like claws scraped along the Apothecary’s faux finish.
Freedom.
Mandy didn’t know what to do with herself, except walk. The cedar wand up her ragged sleeve was comforting and warm. Girlishly, she drew it out and began playing with it, making sparks trail in the air and changing their colors from white to blue, purple to red. On a whim, she summoned a friend.
“Serpensortia.” She whispered the spell in Parsletongue and tapped her wrist. A black snake oozed from the wand and wrapped itself around her arm. When all five feet of the snake were engaged around her, she tutted at it and spoke to it.
“Now dearest, so drab! Lighten up.” She tapped the snake again and its pattern changed into that of an albino corn snake.
“There now, Percy-love…better, so better.” The one sided conversation was spoken in the sputtering, sibilant language of snakes. Amanda had not willingly spoken English in so long that the skill was now secondary to her Parsletongue preference when she spoke to herself. Yards behind her, Death Eaters Apparated. Apparently, the death of her former masters had been reported. Mandy began running.
The snake burrowed into her clothing, gripping tightly enough to keep from being lost in his mistress’ mad dash. In and out of alleyways, abandoned housing, and streets; Mandy led the enforcers on a merry chase. Every turn caused her mind to shed more of Mandy and gain more of Hermes. The character differences were simple, but grievous. Mandy wouldn’t kill the government enforcers, but Hermes would look for every opportunity to do so.
There…Perfect
The red headed terrorist dodged into a Quidditch shop window, literally. Shards of glass rained down, cutting her arms as the shattering noise cut the night. The first Death Eater on the scene received a well placed Bludger’s bat to the face, dropping her instantly in death.
“Batter up, bastards…you’ll never take me alive again!”