Hell is Breaking Loose - OTA + Police
There were three locked rooms at the Sin tonight. The doors didn't rattle on their hinges, there was no screaming or sounds of breaking glass from inside the rooms, no sign that the single occupants were even there. In fact, there were only five people in the establishment that knew they were there: the three people that had been attacked, one Draco Malfoy, and the reliable employee he had sent to make a phone call to the police. As much as Draco wanted to mete out punishments himself (attacks were rare at the Sin for a reason), the rising tension and frequency in the village as a whole was worrisome and warranted outside help at this point. He was only one wizard, after all.
"The rooms are warded and silenced," he reassured the victims, a mix of his trusted employees and patrons alike. "The authorities are being notified as I speak, and we will take care of this properly. My office is safe and comfortable, and I would prefer that you wait here. Understood?"
He nodded with satisfaction at the agreement, and left them in his office. He would catch whoever showed up to investigate the call and persuade them to enter using the back entrance. No need to stir up curiosity or raise an alarm. Draco sighed and rubbed the pad of his thumb over the handle of his wand. Three attacks in one evening today alone, at least one at the Apothecary, and he'd had reports of unruly and destructive patrons at Frank's. What the fuck had gotten into the water this time?
Rising voices caused Draco to stop halfway through the bar and lounge. Someone was arguing with the barman, and the tension in the air felt very much like someone was slowly winding the crank on a Jack-in-the-Box. Enough already! The wizard made a beeline for the man with a perfectly polite smile on his face, and leaned against the bar next to him.
"Sir," he said, smile still in place and tone low. "You have currently have two choices: kindly remove yourself from my establishment without issue, or I will give you something to truly bitch about."
"Oh yeah?" the man turned his vitriol on Draco, which only made the blond smile more. "And what would that be, you pompous horse's ass?"
"Well, I'm having trouble deciding on a broken face, or making your balls recede into your body to reflect how stunted your mental growth is. What do you think, mate?"
The man laughed, a harsh, slightly mad sound. "What do I think?" he asked, grinning. Perhaps it was Draco's upbringing, or the lack of pub visits back home, but it honestly hadn't occurred to Draco - until the man had smashed him upside the head with one - that a beer bottle could be a weapon. Draco wasn't sure if he blacked out, but he certainly didn't remember falling to the floor and he had no idea if he or the man was bleeding more. Maybe it was one of the other couples fighting in the lounge now too; there seemed to be a lot of shouting and things breaking. And how funny was it to find one's hands wrapped around their attacker's neck!
"The rooms are warded and silenced," he reassured the victims, a mix of his trusted employees and patrons alike. "The authorities are being notified as I speak, and we will take care of this properly. My office is safe and comfortable, and I would prefer that you wait here. Understood?"
He nodded with satisfaction at the agreement, and left them in his office. He would catch whoever showed up to investigate the call and persuade them to enter using the back entrance. No need to stir up curiosity or raise an alarm. Draco sighed and rubbed the pad of his thumb over the handle of his wand. Three attacks in one evening today alone, at least one at the Apothecary, and he'd had reports of unruly and destructive patrons at Frank's. What the fuck had gotten into the water this time?
Rising voices caused Draco to stop halfway through the bar and lounge. Someone was arguing with the barman, and the tension in the air felt very much like someone was slowly winding the crank on a Jack-in-the-Box. Enough already! The wizard made a beeline for the man with a perfectly polite smile on his face, and leaned against the bar next to him.
"Sir," he said, smile still in place and tone low. "You have currently have two choices: kindly remove yourself from my establishment without issue, or I will give you something to truly bitch about."
"Oh yeah?" the man turned his vitriol on Draco, which only made the blond smile more. "And what would that be, you pompous horse's ass?"
"Well, I'm having trouble deciding on a broken face, or making your balls recede into your body to reflect how stunted your mental growth is. What do you think, mate?"
The man laughed, a harsh, slightly mad sound. "What do I think?" he asked, grinning. Perhaps it was Draco's upbringing, or the lack of pub visits back home, but it honestly hadn't occurred to Draco - until the man had smashed him upside the head with one - that a beer bottle could be a weapon. Draco wasn't sure if he blacked out, but he certainly didn't remember falling to the floor and he had no idea if he or the man was bleeding more. Maybe it was one of the other couples fighting in the lounge now too; there seemed to be a lot of shouting and things breaking. And how funny was it to find one's hands wrapped around their attacker's neck!