[ota, mtw] You see her in the bar on Sunday nights at half past ten...

[onewomanrave]

Her head and her long trenchcoat were soaked, as were her shoes.  Molly grimaced and patted her hair, wondering why she hadn't opened the umbrella a minute earlier. This wouldn't be a good look onstage.

But then, while her looks were a bonus, they certainly weren't the real reason her partner kept her around. She'd been taking over more and more

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Arrivals thread

[onewomanrave]

Molly brought the umbrella at her side up and open in one fluid motion as the rain poured down around her. Her head and her long trenchcoat were soaked, as were her shoes. She grimaced and patted her hair, wondering why she hadn't opened the umbrella a minute earlier. This wouldn't be a good look onstage.

But then, while her looks were a bonus, they certainly weren't the real reason her partner kept her around. She'd been taking over more and more of his act as she learned all his tricks, and as soon as she gained enough recognition in her own name, she intended to cut out the middle-aged magician entirely. Molly Carpenter was more-than-assistant material and the only reason he was successful in the first place. A little genuine magic slipped into the more mediocre of his stage tricks went an awfully long way.

"I'm late for a performance," she told her companions brusquely, "and I need to be going. If you want a ride back to that side of town, c'mon and get in the car. I can drop you off somewhere along the way if y'need it."

They were an odd group, but Molly had never shied away from contact with less savory figures, and she liked children more than she liked most adults. Youngsters were among the only people who drew bursts of genuine affection from Molly nowadays, a reminder of her own family before she ran off, or before they ran her off. The details didn't seem so important anymore. Facts were, Molly was on her own and had no reservations about allowing near-strangers into her car, even were the man less feeble than he seemed. A handgun in her handbag and less mundane abilities in her possession, the magician's assistant could take care of herself just fine.

And who knew? Maybe they'd care to stick around for the show.

Arrivals thread

[itazura_boy]

"A car ride!" The excitement! Genta scrambled into the front seat, looking around him eagerly. Like any boy he was fascinated by cars and driving, but did not often get to ride in one. "Where are we going? Can I steer? Can I use the horn?"

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[bestunrevealed]

Snape slid into the back without speaking, he pulled his collar up to hide the bandages. He was still in poor shape, and his head ached.

"St. Mungo's," he said. "I need--"

Needed something, by Merlin, to stop the pain and let him rest and maybe then the hallucinations would stop. He wasn't sure which in the jumble of his armored mind were the truth; that he was a wizard or that he was a spy on the lam or that he were a a chemist or --

Any of it.

"I need a damned clinic!"

[onewomanrave]

Molly grinned at the eager boy with her in the front seat. "I'm going to work, kid, you can steer as long as you're doing a good job of it, and you can use the horn now, if anyone else drives poorly en route, and when we get there." Letting little boys drive might go against various laws and rules, but Molly didn't pay much attention to those anyway. As long as he didn't crash the car and kill her, Molly had no objections.

And at the backseat exclamation, Molly nodded with a glance back over her shoulder. "You certainly do seem to. We'll pass one on our way to the theater, and I can leave you there." It was perhaps a rather callous way to respond, but at least she hadn't left him lying on rainsoaked sidewalk. She felt no guilt for leaving him rather than waiting to be sure of his condition. Molly had plans, and while she took an "anything goes" attitude about anyone and anything that didn't interfere, she was very single-minded.

[itazura_boy]

Wait -- what -- she'd actually said yes? Best. Day. Ever. Genta eagerly took hold of the wheel.

Genta spared the sickly guy in the back a curious glance. "Think you were right the first time. As bad as you look, a saint's the best option, Mister."