any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me.
In Grant Park this afternoon, there is a horrible, six-legged beast with bright blue fur, the talons of a hawk, and the face of a wolf. Said monster has spent most of the morning and afternoon terrorizing anyone who ventures into this part of the park, chasing them down and trying to munch them up like chew toys
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That kind of thing.
Today really is a quiet day and it lends itself to the melancholy a bit. Not that she'd admit she's having a rough time of it. She's a strong girl, Hermione. Incredibly resourceful. Mind sharp as they come. But many overlook she can also be very vulnerable.
The quacking is what snaps her out of her maudlin reverie. She's sitting in a far off corner in the same common room as Sirius, and notes the ducks are in a line and...flocking about him. "Goodness," she breathes out, attempting not to sound as amused as she feels. "You've been having quite a day, haven't you ( ... )
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Sirius watches all of this somewhere between annoyed and bewildered.
Still, he greets Hermione with an easy smile. "At least you can see them, too," he says, and although he's mostly joking, there's a small part of him that isn't. "I was a little concerned I'd imagined up a load of ducks. Although why I'd do that, I've no idea."
Another of the ducks starts trying to get onto the chair using one of Sirius's legs, and he shoos it off a bit impatiently before glancing at Hermione again. "How are you, Hermione?"
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"I don't believe such a concern is that far-fetched, considering where we have all ended up," she says, with a tiny smile of her own.
"I'm..." she looks down at the book neatly tucked on her lap. It's a thick volume, and one would think she was studying hard, but her answer is light and unaffected. "I was just doing a bit of light reading."
Yes, that is light reading for her. "Would you like some help? With the..." she motions to the ducks. Not that she doesn't imagine he hasn't tried a few spells and charms by now, but Hermione isn't one to refuse a challenge.
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"I think you're right," Sirius says with a small nod. "This place is altogether unbelievable. I suppose ducks aren't the most unimaginable thing."
Although they're certainly irritating.
That answer gets a bit of an eyebrow raise out of Sirius. "What exactly do you call heavy reading?" he teases gently.
It's not an unfamiliar sight, really. Remus and Lily were both big readers during their Hogwarts days, fond of asking if Sirius had ever actually opened a book ( ... )
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Jo Harvelle is here!
She only has her rifle in hand and she fires a shot at it, with similar results. Jo's been given the rundown on these things. You never know what you're going to get, and they're probably not anything like the vampires she's heard of back home. Heard of, but never seen--vampires are extremely rare.
And they don't fucking sparkle.
"We're might need to chop the rat bastard's head off," she says by way of greeting.
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Deb's met hookers that dress classier than this vampire. Hell, she's dressed as a classier hooker back when she was on vice.
Jo's greeting is met with a snort of disbelief. She's very grateful for your assistance, Jo, but - vampire. "How the fuck would you like us to do that?" Deb asks, glancing at Jo out of the corner of her eye while keeping her main focus on Elvira. "I don't know about you, but I didn't exactly pack my battle ax."
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"Crowbar's not too far off. It's got a weaponry room down in the basement."
She doesn't want to leave Deb alone with it, and there's no assurance if they make a run for it that the vampire will follow, but Deb's right that they're not overflowing with options here.
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At least the shock hasn't affected her aim.
The vampire hisses menacingly at them again, but seems torn which one of them to attack first. Deb eyes Jo again, and gives her a quick nod before starting to back carefully out of the alley.
"Let's just hope this thing's hungry enough to follow."
Sometimes Deb can't even believe the words that come out of her mouth.
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Lena and John are standing across from Matthew at a relatively healthy distance. Lena's head is cocked to the left side, while John's is slanted way down to the right. It'd be an amusing sight, even to them, if they weren't so completely baffled.
The Crowbar got a call about this monster, and they were both sent off to take care of it.
They were not expecting to be met with this sight. "Uh..." John shuffles his gun from one hand to the other. "We're going to need for you to step... away from your...friend. Please."
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Matthew notices none of this. After his song, he was going to decide on a proper name for the beast, maybe fix him up with a spot of breakfast. He's a giving creature, Matthew.
"Well, that's a relief," Matthew says when John says they aren't here for him. Matthew gets into trouble sometimes, but it generally has more to do with other people's girlfriends, or staying places past his welcome. Guns rarely come into the picture.
And then Matthew's eyes widen when John mentions they're here for the monster. "Him?" Matthew asks, as if there is... any other beast within the immediate vicinity. "Does he belong to you, then? Sorry about that. I didn't see anyone else around." He reaches up and pats the beast on its head, missing the point yet again ( ... )
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She enters the room loudly, nearly tripping over a waste basket that's standing near the door. Tonks doesn't fall, which is a feat, though her body does twist a bit and her feet go a bit askew. "Bugger, sorry, didn't mean to disturb you." Tonks says as she rights the wastebasket.
She's not seen who's in the room, exactly. Tonks hasn't paid that much attention beyond fixing her clumsiness. "Just wanted to find a new movie to watch on one of those Dee-Bee-Dee players."
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He does, of course, not recognize her, but he gives her a friendly-but-weary smile. "It's quite all right," he says. "I've just been -" he starts, then looks down at the ducks. "Well, the Rift is having a bit of fun with me today."
Dee Bee Dee gets her a look of confusion because Muggles hadn't even invented DVDs in Sirius's time, but he's mildly familiar with movies, so he nods. "Go right ahead."
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Tonks hears the the ducklings quack. "Are those your ducks? Could be worse, I suppose." She then follows the ducks from where they are clustered up to the person that they are clustered around.
Unfortunately or fortunately (depending upon your perspective), she does recognize him. She had spent almost a year hanging out with the Order at 12 Grimmauld Place. "Sirius." Tonks states his name before she can stop herself.
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The ducks have moved a small distance from Sirius to inspect Tonks' feet. Sirius keeps hoping perhaps they'll head that way and stay, but they waddle back to him shortly after. "I suppose for today they are," he says. "And you're right, of course."
The comment about broomsticks already had Sirius suspecting Tonks might be a little more familiar with his world than he's used to, but he's still surprised when she says his name - and more surprised when she says it without the fear or anger he's come to associate from anyone but Harry and Hermione. He looks at her more closely, taking in the rather unusual hair, trying to figure out if he's seen her before.
When he's certain he hasn't, he asks, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
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"He's so PRETTTTTY!" she exclaims, crouching down to get a better look. "Is he yours? Did his fur COME like that, or did you do something to make it look like that? He's SO PRETTY. Does he have a name? Where's he from? Is he like your familiar? Are you a wizard?"
Apparently all those questions are appropriate for this moment. Hello got lost somewhere in her fascination with the monster. Sorry about that.
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Matthew smiles at Trin from his spot on the bench, not even a little bewildered by the pace at which she speaks - he's had about a dozen foster brothers and sisters over the years, and plenty of them were hyperactive. "The fur's all his," Matthew says, reaching up to pat the monster on the head. "I've just been spending a bit of time getting the knots all out. We've only just met today."
The monster bends its head down to sniff inquisitively at Trin, but surprisingly, it doesn't make a move to immediately bite her. "I'm not a wizard," Matthew says, giving her a toothy grin. He tilts his head toward the creature. "I don't know about this one's name just yet, but I'm Matthew."
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"He's so PRETTY!" she repeats. "God I'm so JEALOUS. Do you think my hair would look good that color?" She takes a second to look up at Matthew for confirmation, but then her focus is back to the monster.
She sniffs back at it, because she is part dog, after all, and she knows dog speak, and even if this thing isn't a dog, it's kind of LIKE a dog, or at least, Trin thinks of it like that. As a pet that this guy has, a pet she is SO JEALOUS of.
"You should name him Edwin," she declares, sitting back on her heels and nodding. Then she looks back at Matthew and smiles. "Hi. I'm Trin, Trinity McFasater really, but most people just call me Trin." This is sort of a lie, because most people call her things that she prefers not to repeat, but it's her name and she'll say people use it if she wants to! Or something.
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At Trin's question about her hair, Matthew turns to give some serious consideration. "I think you could pull it off, yeah. With the right clothes you could do a whole punk rock sort of look."
The monster is a little surprised at Trin's sniffing, but after some consideration it tilts its head to let her pet him. There's no telling how long this truce will last - probably just until the monster gains its appetite back, really.
"I was thinking something a bit royal," Matthew says. "That's not a bad idea. What do you think, Edwin?" he asks the monster. It gives a little snort. "Haven't really worked out whether that's a yes or a no just yet. Bit indecisive, this one," he admits. Matthew would never call you those things, Trin! He smiles at her again and says, "It's nice to meet you, Trin. Just out for a walk, are you?"
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