Who: Fiona and Tom Finnegan
What: Dinner dates turn into death eater attacks!
Where: Ireland somewhere XD
When: Now....tonight
"I am really enjoying this warm almost-winter-weather."
Fiona looked up at Tom and grinned, bumping into her husband's side as they made their way down the sidewalk of town. It had been a nice evening out, something they hadn't been able to do in a while because of the kids, work, and their
other kids in Brianna and Zach. Fiona would never have imagined how stressful having a pregnant sister could be, but it turned out it was almost like being pregnant yourself.
Which she was glad she was not, anymore. As much as she loved Claire and Seamus, she definitely had no desire to be a whale of a woman again. Nope. Her two babies were quite the perfect set, thank you very much.
"But I am
not enjoying these heels," Fiona let out, skipping awkwardly for a few steps because of her shoes. Why did going to a fancy restaurant mean torturing your feet? Surely there was a better way to look sexy than shoes that were actually meant to constrict your foot and make you walk like a flamingo.
It could be the fact that Fiona simply did not know how to walk in high heels, but she liked to blame the shoes.
"It's much better than winter weather, I agree," Tom said with a laugh, wrapping his arm around Fiona's shoulders in a natural move that was to steady her and also keep her warmer. He didn't mind having to dress up so much, Fiona always looked very sexy when she did so (she always looked sexy to Tom, but there
was something about dressing up that added just a little bit more appeal and there could never be too much sex appeal in Fiona) but he could tell she was not a big fan of those shoes. He laughed a little and stopped to look at her feet, shaking his head just a little.
"I suppose I could offer you a ride, but that might look a little funny," he said, but motioned to her shoes before glancing around and hushing his voice a little as he continued, "Can't you just, change them? Make them a different pair?" Tom knew it was something Fiona could do and it wasn't like there were a whole lot of people around, it was actually a pretty empty street, just a car or two and dark enough that the streetlamps were lit. "No one will notice, I don't think. You kind of look like you need a cane," he laughed lightly, trying not to look too amused at her expense. It
was pretty funny though.
Her eyes lit up, "You know, Finnegan, sometimes I reckon you would be a better wizard than I am witch."
Fiona did a quick scan of the area before she pulled out her wand (a spell on her tiny purse made it easy to hide loads of things within the pouch). Hmm, she'd never been too good at transfiguration, so she wouldn't try to be fancy. Just black flats, no need for laces or socks. Fiona muttered the incantation and let out a short giggle at the sensation of the shoes transfiguring around her feet. Huh. Well, they turned out to be a nicer pair than she had thought she'd manage.
It was strange, she was a pureblooded witch, but her life had been pretty void of magic outside of Hogwarts. Her father rarely used magic when she was home, and her life with Tom had been of the mugglish kind. Fiona didn't mind it at all, it was just funny to think about when she actually pulled out her wand.
"There. They don't have fangs or anything, yeah? I did that once, gave a pincushion pincers...ouch."
"Well, probably, but I don't think I could ever do the whole, flying broomstick and balls thing you know," he said with ah cheeky grin, holding her elbow to steady her, just in case. Watching Fiona do magic was terribly fascinating. He had been definitely wary of it at first, but it was really quite neat and she could do a lot of amazing things with it, even if he knew there were a lot of bad things that could happen with it. He'd worked with their auras from the ministry or whatever before, but that didn't mean all magic was all bad. And Fiona had gone and fixed her shoes right before him and everything was good about that? Of course, it made her back to her normal height, but Tom definitely didn't mind that as well.
He ducked down for a moment to inspect them and nodded, "They look good, actually really good. I don't see any pincers," he said, straightening and pinching the air and then her shoulder with his hands mimicking pincers. "That should be better and now you won't wobble like a Brit on a bender, a true Irish lady knows how to hold her -" Tom paused as he heard some noise down the alley they were standing near by and turned his ear toward it to hear some - on a night like this where it was dark and empty, hearing a noise in an alley was never a good thing - even if it turned out to be a cat or a canoodling couple or something.
Oh, hell. Fiona couldn't help her curiosity as she peered around Tom to try and see down the alleyway. Hopefully it was just a cat or something, she
really did not want to see Tom go into police officer mode or something like that. Not that she would hesitate in pulling her wand out and knocking whoever it was out with a simply stupefy, but
that might undermind her husband's manliness.
"Cat?" Fiona offered weakly, involuntarily tugging on Tom's arm to keep moving. She knew he wouldn't, he was an officer and would investigate and do his
duty, but it couldn't hurt to try. Maybe the cat would come running out now, or they'd hear it meow. Come on, you blasted thing, make some
noise.
"
DIFFINDO!"
The red jet of the spell shot straight between the small distance between Fiona and Tom's heads, and she froze in complete shock. No,
no, this was not supposed to happen
here! To Tom! To her! What did---what were
death eaters doing here? They'd begun to rush forward, and the street lights were casting some light on their
masks. Fiona felt her heart turn to ice as she realized that Tom didn't have a wand, he couldn't do
magic and that these death eaters were going to bloody slaughter them--she had to get Tom out of here.
"
Depulso!" Fiona grimaced as she pointed her wand at her husband, but to send him flying would be his only chance. Her hair had flown out of its clasps and she felt like a madwoman with all the thoughts running through her mind. None of this made any sense, why she was
trying to make some sense out of it she
couldn't, all Fiona knew was that she had to protect Tom. She had been a rather good dueler in school, so she was quick to put up a shield, and send a rally of stunning spells back toward the death eaters.
Thank God she'd changed out of those damn heels.
"TOM,
RUN!"
"I don't think so," he said, putting his hand on Fiona's. Technically he was off duty, but this was his neighborhood (or outlying of it, at any rate) he was technically never off duty. The only way to deal with punks was to show them who was boss, all the time. "Fiona, why don't you go wait down at the-" He blinked as the spell light came flying to them - that was not just a punk, but one of those magical thugs that the ministry had been talking about. Fiona had told him it was just a ministry thing, what were they doing here, in their town?
"Fiona-" he was cut off by her
shoving him away with her magic. He didn't really understand any of the magic, but there was no way in hell he was going to leave his wife with those thugs attacking her. Stumbling a bit to catch his balance against the force of her spell, Tom did the exact opposite of what Fiona wanted him to, and he went back to her side, "Fiona, I'm not leaving, come on," he said tugging her behind a car for cover - he may not have been magical but he did have more training than her in shoot out situations, even if this wasn't exactly a shoot out…but. He could hear the thugs laughing but that didn't matter, just keeping Fiona alive was the only thing that mattered.
Tom reached behind his back as he crouched with Fiona, pulling out his unloaded gun with one hand and the clip from his coat pocket with another. As he loaded and cocked the weapon, he motioned to Fiona, "Do something bright to make them distracted, bright enough so I can see a couple of them." Sure, he wasn't a wizard, but he was one of the best marksmen in the precinct. And Wizards bled like muggles too, and were less likely to be wearing body armor.
"I SWEAR----" No, he
had to leave he couldn't---they had
wands and jinxes and----WHY WAS HER HUSBAND SO STRONG AND----When she wasn't getting hexes flung at her, Fiona would probably be able to understand that her husband was probably
much better at handling high risk situations than she was, but right now all she could think of were the terrible stories of muggles being tortured for just being
muggles and she couldn't---she couldn't deal with the idea of Tom dying by the hands of a death eater or a
hex or---or just
dying and her breath became quick.
Light, she had to listen to him. He wanted light? He wanted them to be distracted. Fiona searched the recesses of her mind to find her mental lexicon of spells. For fuck's
sake, when was the last time she had actually performed magic? Her mind was
blank, it was like
she couldn't see and---the car they were hiding behind began to shake, and Fiona's eyes widened in horror as she saw the wheels begin to lift up the ground. Soon they wouldn't have any protection, and they would be--
Fiona let out a long string of nervous laughter as she watched Tom load his gun, and she realized she had to do
something with her wand. This had started off so
well, when she thought she would have her husband out of harm's way. She actually
liked dueling and had not thought for a
second about
herself getting hurt. Now that Tom was back in the picture? No, she couldn't do a damn thing, she could barely see because of the tears in her eyes and---wait.
Throwing up a shield she jumped up just before the car was lifted too high for her to see over, she shot a bedazzling hex toward the masks of the death eaters. Fiona watched them stumble and flail about, and that was when she produced a powerful
lumos that lit up the street.
Tom hadn't quite expected Fiona to struggle so much with his plan - it was obvious neither of them wanted the other to get hurt and weren't willing to leave the other alone, but he was glad when she started getting on board. Not that he could blame her, he hadn't expected them to start messing with the parked car and okay, floating cars were not cool at all. Not in this instance and probably not ever again. He waited for Fiona to distract the men and he stepped around her, squinting his eyes as Fiona lit up the street. He picked one right up front (not the one holding the car, that would have been a terrible plan) and with a steady breath he squeezed the trigger. The sound was nearly deafening, Tom had never used his work piece before, outside of the shooting range. He'd never shot anyone before, but that wasn't the time to think about it. Now was not the time to realize he'd never killed anyone before, because Fiona was right here and there were several more of the thugs that needed to be taken care of and
Fiona needed to be taken care of.
Men didn't really die like they did in the movies, fall back and just be dead. Even though the shot was straight in the chest, this one stood there and stared at Tom, even though no one could see each others eyes with the light. It took him a moment to fall to his knees and crumple to the ground and Tom's mind couldn't be clearer - they had the opportunity here and the other thugs stopped to see what had happened. "Now, Fiona, push the floating car onto them," he said just loud enough for her to hear as he took an aim at another thug and pulled the trigger again, this time aiming for the upper chest. He looked over at Fiona, hoping that she had it figured out - the thugs were now moving and avoiding being in front of Tom - he had no idea how they could do that misting thing and move so fast. He was beginning to realize that life of magic was not always as good as it should be. "Fiona!" he shouted as a red light came straight toward her.
Without thinking, Tom tackled her roughly to the ground. His mind had not been in a place to think about being careful, because there was something he didn't know attacking his wife and he wasn't thinking about anything like that. Pain tore through his side and he looked at Fiona, shocked as he coughed, trying to catch the breath that he had suddenly lost. Looking down at his side he pushed his coat aside to see a large tear in his side. He pressed his coat back down on it and gasped at Fiona, "Fiona! S-shoot them, with your w-wand!" she had to stay safe. Tom didn't care how hurt he was, she just
had to stay safe. He raised his weapon again, trying to focus past the pain and the dizziness, aiming for the one with the car now.
The shock that had overcome her was terrifying. Fiona could not make her hands do what she needed them to do, and all she could focus on was the blood on the concrete that she knew was seeping out of her husband's side. Fiona gaped stupidly at Tom, not registering any of his words. This--could not be happening. They weren't supposed to be getting hurt, getting
attacked. It had taken them so long to finally be together, it was
not going to end like this.
Fiona felt a strange sense of familiarity as her anger began to boil. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this mad, but the memories she'd surely blocked out were making her hands shake and as she stood she did not look down at her injured (dying?
Dying) husband. Her grip on her wand felt like her nails were going to pierce her skin, and with a violent thrash of her arm she helped send the car down the street, giving her a clear view of the death eaters. Only one stood, and he had been startled by the car suddenly shooting away. Fiona didn't waste the quick second she had to fire an assault of spells, using anything readily available to her. Or not so available, with a quick blasting spell she caused the side of the building to crumble down into the alleyway, hopefully causing any other creeping death eaters.
"Give it up, traitor!" one shouted, and Fiona whirled to see the death eater stalking toward her from behind. Fiona felt her teeth chattering with anger and knew that if she could just get the
shot she'd knock him straight into the next century, "Your pet's done for, just give
up!"
She let out a shout of fury and flung her wand up, but---
"
AVADA KEDAVRA!" a voice boomed from behind her.
Fiona dropped to the ground at the sight of what felt like an army of aurors, obliviators, hitwizards, it was---
madness, and she gaped helplessly at the death eater who had just been taunting her, lying dead on the pavement. She couldn't take her eyes off the body as the auror pulled off his mask, and would have been struck numb for the rest of her life if she didn't hear the moans of pain coming from her husband. Fiona scrambled over to Tom and grabbed his hand,
"HELP US!
HELP!" she screamed into the madness.
