¤ α н r ¤ (starcrossed) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-09-02 21:32:00

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alice longbottom, anneliese jugson, emmeline vance, frank longbottom, group, william jugson

Not for the first time, Anneliese felt like an intruder in her own home. She slid as stealthily as possible out of her own bed, moving so slowly that at one point she felt like she hadn't been moving at all while holding her breath so forcefully it felt like her lungs were going to explode all to ensure that she didn't wake up Will. No, no, that would be bad. Thank Merlin he was a heavy sleeper, or else she was sure he would've woken up to the inadvertent kick she had given him after finally getting out of his reach and falling to the floor.

Frozen, she waited to hear him snore again before continuing to creep out of the room. Of course, Anneliese made a quick stop at Henry's room to make sure he was alright, but once that was settled she silently made her way to the task at hand.

Ever since Will had come home yesterday, he had been acting--- strange. That was the only way she could describe it, even after two days of pondering over it. And then--- Anneliese shook her head roughly, as if warding the thought away while she quietly tiptoed down the stairs to the main room. She didn't know what she thought she saw on his arm earlier today, but she would have sworn she saw lines or something, and then with the way he had been acting--- it could just as well have been a new mark she didn't know about or a tattoo for all she knew! But there was something else, in the pitt of her stomach bitting at her, telling her that--- that maybe she should get a second opinion.

Finally making it downstairs, she swiftly bent down to sit her knees in front of the fireplace. Despite already having the floo powder, Anneliese curled her hands into her lap, thinking one more time about what she was about do. She just needed someone to tell her she was being silly, and that there was nothing to worry about because it was probably just nothing. Her paranoia was just because of Fabian (at the thought of him, her stomach wrenched so uncomfortably it took her a few minutes to recollect herself), because of what was happening around them. And if that she flipped Will over to look at his left arm, nothing would be there.

Emmeline would know what to do, she always knew what to do. "Emmeline---- Emmeline!" Anneliese began to hiss the second the fire turned green. It wasn't that late to be making a call: Will had been very adamant about going to bed early, and not just because he had been tired from the day. Please respond, please respond.

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__frankish
2009-09-04 08:13 am UTC (link)

He was too angry, his body was shaking too much to wait for spells to hit their mark. Even in his raging fit, Will would still be able to predict what he would do, how he would react next, no matter how reckless he became. Frank knew this, and dropped his wand instantaneously to the ground. Using his bare hands to eliminate Jugson would be much more satisfying anyway. He would be able to relish in it, look back and say how he had truly, in every essence, killed a death eater for all it was worth. No coping with flying walls or tumbling back into something.

No, he wanted to watch Will actually fear for his life.

There was blood on his shirt, but Frank was hard pressed to remember when he had been hit, or even how painful it had been. That was not important, his own pain was just as insignificant as Jugson's life. A minor detail, something so unworthy of thought for even one second--- Frank barely noticed Will kicking him away, sliding to the other end of the floor. All he could focus on was his eyes, keeping a direct line of utter loathing the entire---

What?

Frank froze stock still, letting Will ram head on into him. Hogs--- A new craze build inside him that he had never experienced before. This was the one who had sent him to France? Sent him to his expected death three years ago? Been the sole reason behind almost a month of torture, the carving on his arm that would never go away, all the pain--- under his very nose?

Sheer strength coursed through him as he jammed the palm of his hand into Will's face, and followed the motion enough to flip the other man over on his back like a slow turtle. Did he honestly think he would live to brag about this anymore? Pushing one knee into Will's gut, he effectively pinned the other man down. There was no pain, he felt no pain-- like Will hadn't even touched him.

Frank vengefully directed his hands straight for Will's neck, hoping that his tight grip would make the bone snap right then. Much to Frank's dismay, however, Jugson's body did not go limp, only forcing Frank to put all his weight into suffocating the man until he did. It didn't matter how long it would have to take, he would sit here all day if he had to to ensure the person who made his life a living hell suffered until the end.

"I'm going to kill you," Frank hissed through his teeth, clenching harder against Will's throat as he spoke. His nose flared, his eyes only seeing red-- and his shoulders began to shake lightly as he produced a laugh that only James would be able to recognize. "You're going to die right on this floor!"

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alongday
2009-09-04 08:41 am UTC (link)

When Emmeline had returned to the house without Frank, Alice knew that this was going to be a long, long night. She waited all of a minute for her husband to appear, but when he didn't, Alice commanded that Emmeline stay with Neville, and she apparated immediately to the Jugson household, where she knew her husband was going insane. How could Emmeline be so stupid, to leave Frank alone with Will? Not that the two hadn't managed to not kill each other at work, but in the frenzy of the night already, there was no way that Frank---

Alice's eyes widened at the flashes of light in the downstairs windows of the house, and her heart sunk. Oh, Frank..It was easy to find the way he'd entered, and tomorrow, oh, oh tomorrow there would be such a scolding, but right now---Alice rushed into the living room, wand out and ready as if entering a battle or a duel and---Merlin, she was. Curtains were on fire, the couch had been destroyed, how fucking---it had been five minutes! Not even! How had---"STOP!"

She screamed, unable to control herself at the sight of her husband honestly trying to choke the last breath out of Will Jugson. It was---horrifying, and though Alice knew of Frank's history with the Will and his status as a death eater, she could not let her husband become a cold blooded murderer like the man he had writhing on the floor, "STUPEFY! STUPEFY!"

Alice put her hand to her mouth as both of the men's bodies fell limp, Frank onto his back and Will...she was almost afraid to check. She hurried over and dropped to her knees, putting her fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. Yes, he was still alive. Alice rested on her knees for a moment, hearing some sort of noise in the background. A baby started to cry, and all of a sudden Alice felt trapped. Anneliese had to be somewhere, and now their baby was crying, and---

"Rennervate," she said, her wand pointed at Will's chest. She had to wake him, to fix things with his wife, to help the baby before the whole place burnt down. Right now, Alice did not give a damn what he did to Anneliese (Which she was sorry for, but this was too out of control to add more elements---). The man woke up with a jerk, taking a heavy, deep breath before he sat up. He blinked heavily at Alice, who was still on her knees beside him.

"What the fuck---" he began to snarl, but Alice pulled her arm back and punched him straight in the nose. Will howled in pain and Alice reached over and grabbed onto Frank's wrist before disapparating away and back to their home.

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