texasranger posted in blueridgeschool:

Characters: Hunter Sommer.
Setting: Downtown in Atlanta, Georgia.
Rating: SFW, minor language to be expected!
Summary: Hunter needs the hair of a wild sexy man for Sera to make her polyjuice potion. Challenge accepted.


Stalking was kind of a strong word in Hunter's opinion, but she supposed that was exactly what she had been doing for the last two weeks or so. Thanksgiving had been the perfect time to ask Sera for her little favor, and though the potion was now being dealt with and brewing for a few more weeks, there was still a matter of the hair that she needed. When she had gotten the idea to go into Atlanta and see what she could find, she had something in mind. Handsome, blonde, buff.. more or less a guy believable to be related to her, but maybe extra good looking for good measure. She was going to be spending a handful of hours as the guy after all, and he couldn't just be some scrub.

She found him on her second trip into the city, after the first trip had warranted nothing but disappointment and mediocre lookers. He was cute enough, looked tough enough too, if it came to that. She wasn't planning on throwing punches at the hospital or anything, Michi had said that Pascual was dealt with, but she couldn't deny how badly she wouldn't mind using a bit of the polyjuice potion to kick his ass just one more time. To really put the fear into him.

It had been two weeks now in full since she had first set her eyes on her target, and now he was finally in position. It was late on a Thursday night, and she had trailed him to the line up outside of a popular club. She didn't know how muggles had the patience to stalk people down, but with magic it was easy. She hadn't really lost sight of the guy since she had first considered him, but she was done considering. It was now or never, and he was as good as the next option. He was a muggle as could be, and that probably took care of anyone on school grounds recognizing her after her when she drank the potion, everything was perfect.

Except the pesky fact that she still didn't have his hair yet. For all of her watching and scheming, she hadn't even actually gotten within ten feet of the guy. Maintaining her distance was all part of the covert plan, but the jig was up and it was time to act.

Dressed up as if going to the club too, Hunter sidled her way casually into the line about ten people behind the guy. He was just out of reach, and she silently cursed him as she elbowed her way past the protesting people in between them. "Sorry, sorry, movin' to frontsies, that's my boyfriend up there.. hey, I said move your ass, that's my boyfriend!" she hissed, most of the people she shoved past just looking away and letting her push by.

With him literally in arms length, finally, the blonde almost stalled. But this was too important to drop the ball, and without hesitation, she reached over and tapped him on the shoulder instead. When he turned his head to face her, and so did the girl beside him, Hunter made her very best overly offended face. "Who's this whore?!" she demanded, the guy's eyes going wide as he stared blankly. He opened his mouth to speak, but the girl at his side cut in. "Excuse me? Who are you?" she asked, giving the tall blonde a skeptical look over.

"I'm askin' the questions here!" Hunter quickly shot back, turning on the guy again and reaching over to grab his shoulder. Some other people in line were staring, but she didn't mind. They'd forget they watched this even happened by morning, they were just nosy now. "How could y'all do this to me?! And the kids?!" she huffed. The guy in question, as well as the girl she suspected to be his real girlfriend, simply stared at her. "Well," Hunter went on without waiting, "We'll need somethin' to remember you by."

Lifting the hand off of his shoulder, she used it to reach up and grab a fistful of his hair instead. It wasn't very long, but she gave a hard yank and felt more than enough come away in her hand, while the guy shouted and his girlfriend gasped. "Are you crazy?!" she demanded, trying to put herself between Hunter now and her boyfriend clutching the side of his head. "Well, goddamnit woman! If Rick here wasn't such a womanizer-" Hunter began to argue back, cut off as the woman began to loudly protest over her explanation. "Who even is Rick?! He's not Rick!" she replied, eyes narrowed at the blonde.

Perfect out, Hunter decided, plastering on her best dumbfounded face. "He ain't Rick?" she replied, her jaw dropping and her hand shooting out to clap the other woman's shoulder roughly. "Damn man, I'll be! Y'all really look like a Rick!" Hunter informed him. Unable to keep from grinning, she next clapped the guy on the shoulder instead of his girl. Still he stared blankly at her, holding the side of his head. "You're nuts," he told her, and the tall girl gave her best even cheekier grin.

"That's what they say 'bout me! But oh well buddy, have a nice life! Sorry 'bout the mix-up!" she offered, turning her back to both the guy and his girl before shoving her way back through the line. People were staring and whispering, but it was irrelevant really. It was why she chose Atlanta over Bluebell, a muggle over a wizard. This line of drunk twenty-somethings wasn't even going to give her a second thought after they got their first beer. Even the poor confused guy might forgive her once his hair grew back. It was like the encounter never even happened, and that's just how she wanted it.

Walking down the block with a pocket full of stranger's hair and a grin on her face, the blonde was whistling happily as she ducked into the next dark alley, disapparating with a loud crack. Hair, check. Now they were at least half way there.