Closed Post; Macnair and Mulciber; If you want it, come and take it.

[omegawolff]

Who: Walden Macnair and Athelstan Mulciber.
Where: The Dungeons.
When: Afternoon/Evening?
What: Athelstan took something that doesn't belong to him, and Macnair would like it back, please.

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[macnair]

Macnair had spent the best part of forty minutes searching for the little bastard.

There were very few possessions that Walden prized, but his snitch from the 1971 Montrose Magpies game was most definitely one of them. He had gone with his best friend, both then aged eleven, and somehow the other boy's Father had managed to arrange to have them meet the team after the game. They were Walden's favourite side; Walden remembered his stomach flipping over as the two Beaters had sauntered past him on their way to the showers. The Magpies chaser had looked at the two boys and smiled, holding out his closed fist with the winning snitch nestled inside.

Athelstan had taken it from the man, looked at the struggling orb in his hand and turned shyly to Walden. "Here, I want you to have it," he told him.

Walden had chosen to forget that particular detail of the story.

Rounding the corner on his way back up to check the dormitories again, Macnair caught sight of that all too familiar black hair. "Give it back!" Walden snarled, rushing Athelstan into the wall. He hauled Mulciber up by his robes as he stumbled, snapping his head against the stonework in the process. "Give it. Fucking. Back." Macnair reiterated nastily.

[omegawolff]

Athelstan's vision swam as his head cracked sharply against the wall, the pain reverberating down his spine and making his toes curl. A whimper escaped his lips, followed quickly by a laugh.

"Why, Walden," he breathed, his voice a bit rough, "Fancy running into you here. Do you come here often?"

[macnair]

"Don't even think of starting," Macnair growled, sick of all the pathetic innuendo Mulciber spewed at him. His grip tightened on Mulciber's robes as he used his free hand to start searching the boy's pockets.

[omegawolff]

Athelstan let out a harsh laugh, the closest thing to a giggle that he was capable of, and twisted a bit.

"I can assure you," he said, waggling his brows, "That is not the snitch. Oh, do hurry won't you? I'm going to the Gryffindor common room after this, and I don't want to be late."

[macnair]

Macnair considered smacking Mulciber's head against the wall again just for the comment alone, but his interest piqued at the mention of the Gryffindor common room. "What business have you got being in there?" he asked, eyes narrowing. Gryffindor tower was password protected, always had been. Macnair had attempted to get in there multiple times - the fat lady always impeded his progress with a excessive amount of glee. Macnair swallowed. The Mudblood was in there.

He abandoned his search for the snitch and grasped Athelstan with both fists again, slowly pressing them back into his windpipe until he heard him gag. "Who lets you in there, Mulciber? Do you have a password?"

[omegawolff]

Athelstan choked out a laugh. "I've got a little friend in Gryffindor. Gives me the password any time I ask. Sweet thing."

He raised an eyebrow at his once-friend, struggling to get a breath and continue, "Why, Walden? What do you care about Gryffindors and their muddy blood?"

[macnair]

Walden almost smiled. "Why are mudbloods ever of any importance to us?" he said softly, locking eyes with him. "Give me the password, Athelstan."

[omegawolff]

Athelstan closed his eyes. Walden never used his first name. Never said it so fondly, without hatred and disgust. He opened them again. "Just hand over something so valuable? I don't think so, Walden. I want in, on whatever it is you're doing."

He grinned, "You know I'm more than capable of helping."

[macnair]

Macnair sneered. "Allow you to tag along, just like old times? I don't think so." He eased his fists from Mulciber's throat, drawing back to look at him properly. "This is a game for me and Lucius only, Athelstan. We don't want you playing."

[omegawolff]

Athelstan laughed, "Lucius?" He reached up to straighten his robes, his eyes down a bit. He may laugh, but having been replaced, so easily, by Lucius, the comment stung. "I've my doubts to his involvement, Walden. Maybe if you were cornering some little mudblood down here, where no one's to see. But in the lion's den? Doubtful."

He shrugged. "No skin off my nose. No involvement by me, no password for you."

[macnair]

Macnair's jaw clenched involuntarily. He didn't want Mulciber's interference when he came for her that first time. Curiously he found that he didn't want Lucius's either. The mudblood was his.

Macnair scowled and paced a few steps along the corridor, reluctant to admit to himself that he had very little choice; if he didn't agree, he had no way of getting in to the common room in the first place. The mudblood could simply sit up there as safe as houses, scrawling her shit in his journal and knowing that there was absolutely nothing he could do about it while she was safe up in her tower. An example had to be made to her and he couldn't make it without Mulciber's help. He turned to stare at Mulciber for a long moment.

"Give me the snitch, and the password. We don't go until I say. If you fuck this up for me I will kill you, Mulciber."

[omegawolff]

Athelstan reached into his pocket, pulling out the coveted snitch, and pressing it into Walden's hand. He then began to walk away. "I'll give you the password when we're in front of the portrait of the fat lady, and not a second before."

He tossed a smile over his shoulder, "Shouldn't you be making an appearance at dinner? I'm sure Lucius will be missing you."

He ducked around a corner and headed topside.