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The vases out front are only a hint of what you’ll find inside the Spiny Serpent. As you pass through the doorway a buzzer that howls like a banshee goes off, announcing your presence to the shopkeeper and the denizens of The Spiny Serpent. The store is split between flora and fauna; sentient plants, magical plants, dangerous plants, semi-illegal plants, can all be found here. Likewise any dangerous or dark creature you have a hankering for can be found within the walls of the shop.
If there is a creature you'd fancy but can't quite be bothered with applying for the appropriate permits, you've come to the right place. Need guides for breeding magical plants or creatures? You'll find those here too, plus everything you'll need in your, shall we say, creative endeavors.
Anything that you can’t see on the shelves in front of you can still be found... for the right price, so go ahead and place an order if you dare, just remember you didn’t get it from here.
Return to Knockturn Alley when you're done, and check out the other shops on the upper level...
Rejuicing and Regerminating potions: 17 sickles, 23 knuts
Fauna
Augury: 11 galleons
Crup: 21 galleons, 5 sickles
Fwooper (Silencing Charm not included): 17 galleons
Jarvey: 10 galleons
Kneazle: 20 galleons, 14 sickles
Lobolug: 5 galleons
Niffler: 16 galleons, 9 sickles
Streeler: 4 galleons
Ask to Order:
Fire Crabs
Hippogriff
Griffin
Phoenix
Sphinxes
Winged Horses
Books
Brand New Beasts and How to Breed Them: 1 galleon, 15 sickles, 28 knuts
Toads and Chicken Eggs: Breeding Beasts for Dummies: 1 galleon, 16 sickles, 23 knuts
So 1965: Experimental Breeding in the 21st Century: 2 galleons, 11 sickles, 4 knuts
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Chasing air was one type of madness. Chasing air in Knocturn Alley was another. Chasing air into an alarmed shop in Knocturn Alley was a whole new level of stupid.
With one hand over his ears, Sabel kicked the door shut behind him, muttering a string of curses that would normally turn his own face red, and probably would have, were he actually able to hear them.
Turning back to the shop proper, while still nursing his ears, Sabel froze on the spot. Well, this was going to be just like finding a needle in a haystack. Or a twig, among twigs. He should probably just give up now and go home, sore ears and all, and just call it a day. Maybe the redhead was already gone. Maybe he was way in over his head. Maybe --
The sound of a pot breaking was like a pinprick in his ears, making him wince. Another noise on top of already painful noises. But someone was here. He scolded himself as he stepped further into the shop. Of course someone was here. Someone owned this place.
Lowering his hands, Sabel rubbed his arm to make sure his wand was securely in place, looking between plants and down aisles as he slowly progressed further into the shop. No sense in trying to hide, it would only be worse if he got caught. If he got caught. That, was the last intention he had today.
Heeerrre redhead-redhead-redhead.
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Well this wasn't at all going according to plan. Sander had nicked his arm on one of the sharp shelves and had managed, just narrowly, to get the fabric of his sleeve caught on that bit of metal shelving. He was now stuck beside that shelf, forced to untangle himself before he could continue his escape.
The damn doorbell went off again, and Sander could hear someone else swearing their way into the shop. He craned his neck around the corner to try to see who it was, but... no one appeared. And he was STILL stuck. Maybe.... maybe it was the shop owner? Oh no! He'd just broken loads of merchandise and cut himself on a shelf, which he was currently, incriminating-ly still adhered to. What if the shopkeeper made him pay for all the damages?!
Sander inhaled sharply and stopped struggling with the shelf, lest it fall over on top of him. Okay. He had to think here. Would it be better to stay in one place and risk being discovered, or try to rip his shirt free and head back for the door?
Still unsure of who WAS at the door, Sander chose the first option. He tried to slow his breathing and get out his wand. He'd just sever the fabric stuck on the shelf, yeah, that would work.
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The one thing worse than the screeching doorbell, was the silence that followed after it. There was barely any sound, save for that of the few creatures that were housed in the shop, and the occasional brush of a leaf in the still air. That, and his own heavy breathing. He decided very quickly that it was worse being in here, where visibility was limited and an encounter was almost guaranteed, than being out on the street of Knocturn where it was easier to blend in.
As much as he itched to pull out his wand, Sabel forced himself to wait. Whatever he had heard may have been just a creature getting rowdy at the intrusion, or the shopkeep working. And he didn't want to stun either.
But as he neared where he thought the noise had come from, he rethought both options. Broken pottery and other items littered the floor here and there. Little breadcrumbs that beckoned him forward. Sabel moved slowly, eyeing the merchandise, the flowers and plants and the air, looking for that strange shimmer he had seen in the alleyway.
Each step had the hairs on the back of his neck rising further and further, until they prickled uncomfortably. Pausing at the junction of two isles, marked by metal shelving, Sabel took a moment to consider his surroundings, rubbing the back of his neck as he considered the end of the pottery-bread-crumb trail.
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I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
He was already imagining that the worst possible shopkeeper-person was coming around the corner. Any minute now and a seven-foot half-giant, half-troll with a booger-filled nose and a hairy belly was going to bowl him down and eat him for lunch, then use his paper-thin bones as a toothpick.
Gulp.
Imagination was the worst. What were the chances that anyone was really there? Sander had managed to wiggle his wand into his free hand. He was armed, so he could probably fight off a grown man-troll if one DID pop up. He was fine, as soon as he cut himself free. Sander dismissed what he had thought was the sound of footsteps and went back to his work, the fabric making a soft rrrrrripping sound as it gently tore free.
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Had he not been standing still, contemplating the meaning of life - or what broken pottery could tell one of the meaning of life - he wouldn't have heard the noise. The noise of movement. The noise of someone sneaking around. Really, he wasn't sure exactly what that sounded like, but he did know when someone was trying hard not to be heard. How could he not? He heard himself act that way all the time.
Turning towards the whisper of another's presence, Sabel narrowed his eyes and scanned the shelves, the plants, the creatures. So many things he could mark down in a book and report .....
He shook his head, took a step forward and stopped. Slowly, he withdrew his wand and turned about on the spot. One little glimmer, or...well wasn't just he a smart one?
Turning back towards where he thought he heard the sound, Sabel chanced a cast. "Homenum Revelio."
Of course, he may just end up with a really disgruntled shopkeeper. But best to know where said shopkeep was, then get jumped. Then again, perhaps a simple 'hello' would have sufficed.
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I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Sander had just cut his sleeve free, free so he could flee at last... and then he felt it, the swooping sensation flying low over him like a feathery shadow. It meant he was no longer invisible and the game was on.
This had to be the work of the officer... not the shopkeeper. HE was the one who had cast the revealing charm! Well two could play at this game, because that's how magic worked. Slowly, Sander shrugged away from the shelf and took a long step forward, toward the end of the aisle. This was where the spell had come from. He still didn't see anyone, but that just meant the officer was using the disillusionment charm as well. A-HA!
"Finite," he murmured cleverly, intending to force the other man's invisibility charm to fail.
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Had he not been standing still, contemplating the meaning of life - or what broken pottery could tell one of the meaning of life - he wouldn't have heard the noise. The noise of movement. The noise of someone sneaking around. Really, he wasn't sure exactly what that sounded like, but he did know when someone was trying hard not to be heard. How could he not? He heard himself act that way all the time.
Turning towards the whisper of another's presence, Sabel narrowed his eyes and scanned the shelves, the plants, the creatures. So many things he could mark down in a book and report .....
He shook his head, took a step forward and stopped. Slowly, he withdrew his wand and turned about on the spot. One little glimmer, or...well wasn't just he a smart one?
Turning back towards where he thought he heard the sound, Sabel chanced a cast. "Homenum Revelio."
Of course, he may just end up with a really disgruntled shopkeeper. But best to know where said shopkeep was, then get jumped. Then again, perhaps a simple 'hello' would have sufficed.
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Sander had just cut his sleeve free, free so he could flee at last... and then he felt it, the swooping sensation flying low over him like a feathery shadow. It meant he was no longer invisible and the game was on.
This had to be the work of the officer... not the shopkeeper. HE was the one who had cast the revealing charm! Well two could play at this game, because that's how magic worked. Slowly, Sander shrugged away from the shelf and took a long step forward, toward the end of the aisle. This was where the spell had come from. He still didn't see anyone, but that just meant the officer was using the disillusionment charm as well. A-HA!
"Finite," he murmured cleverly, intending to force the other man's invisibility charm to fail.
Peverell was not in the shop. Well. He was. Sort of. It was complicated. The important thing is, though, that he came wandering into the shop from the backroom wearing his best suit and brightest smile. "Lads, lads, lads." He spread out his arms. "Why don't we all calm down. You're both machos and can play with wands, very good." He gave them a sweet smile and a light round of clapping.
Was he really stupid enough to appear in front of a foolish MLE officer without protection? He wasn't saying. And he was in one of his shops, so... Peverell really wasn't a bad man. People judge him all the time, it makes him sad.
Sander had just cut his sleeve free, free so he could flee at last... and then he felt it, the swooping sensation flying low over him like a feathery shadow. It meant he was no longer invisible and the game was on.
This had to be the work of the officer... not the shopkeeper. HE was the one who had cast the revealing charm! Well two could play at this game, because that's how magic worked. Slowly, Sander shrugged away from the shelf and took a long step forward, toward the end of the aisle. This was where the spell had come from. He still didn't see anyone, but that just meant the officer was using the disillusionment charm as well. A-HA!
"Finite," he murmured cleverly, intending to force the other man's invisibility charm to fail.
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Peverell was not in the shop. Well. He was. Sort of. It was complicated. The important thing is, though, that he came wandering into the shop from the backroom wearing his best suit and brightest smile. "Lads, lads, lads." He spread out his arms. "Why don't we all calm down. You're both machos and can play with wands, very good." He gave them a sweet smile and a light round of clapping.
Was he really stupid enough to appear in front of a foolish MLE officer without protection? He wasn't saying. And he was in one of his shops, so... Peverell really wasn't a bad man. People judge him all the time, it makes him sad.
So someone was here. The crunch of shoes on the floor made that very clear, and for the first time, Sabel could see something moving between the leaves and branches of the plants. Shopkeep or redhead?
He was turning to face the moving figure, when the familiar sensation of magic tainted the air, washing over him. Sabel flinched instinctively to the side, out of the way of any follow-up spell and closer to questionable plants that could probably take off his arm. Of course, muggle evasion techniques hardly worked for blanketing spells, and his disillusionment charm fell away.
There was no point in bringing it back up, they could each see each other, clear as day. Flaming red hair, pasty complexion and all. Finally, finally he had caught up to the man. Finally
Sabel almost put his hands on his hips, almost. The wand in his own hand kept him from doing any such gesture, and the sight of the wand in the redhead's hand had his nerves on end. He flexed his grip, watching the other man closely. "I have to admit, your scouts honor is pretty solid."
Except for the walking into Knocturn Alley part. Except that.
He took two steps towards the man, intent on making sure there would be no more redhead running, when another voice broke into their company. Sabel froze, turning halfway to watch the well-dressed man walk towards him. He didn't look like any shopkeep that Sabel had ever seen down in Knocturn, but then, maybe they were cracking down on the dress code. One could hope. The alternatives was less reassuring.
What he couldn't do, however, was to deny that this man didn't exude danger from every pore. It lathered his words, his smile, his movement and soaked his clothes. It had the hairs on the back of Sabel's neck standing on end again all over again.
The options weren't looking too stellar, and Sabel searched for the words that would be the least incriminating to the both of them. Almost anything he thought to say, however, would undoubtedly lead to more trouble. Knocturn inhabitants tended to love a man eluding the law, and loathed the man that was the law. Wonderful, just wonderful.
"Apologies for the disturbance. Just a bit of a personal disagreement that I think we've almost sorted out." Sabel shot a look over to the redhead, hoping it would do enough to remind him of the caution he had originally tried to knock into his thick skull.
A small, and hopefully convincing smile was turned back to the suit-man. It took every ounce of will to carefully and slowly push his wand halfway back up his sleeve, turning his wrist to conceal what his coat sleeve didn't. He didn't want to fully disarm, but his next words would hold no weight if he didn't at least look like he was doing so. "We'll take care of the cost for the damages, and be on our way."
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I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Aleksander's eyes widened when his spell not only worked, but also attracted the attention of someone else in the shop. This guy didn't look like a shopkeeper. He actually looked like a creeper, not a 'keeper. Clever, wasn't he? Sander just couldn't put a finger on which facet of the stranger was the creepiest; was it the all-too-clean suit, the slicked-back hair, the oddly high-pitched voice, or the clapping and laughing like he had been watching them the entire time?
Slowly lowering his wand arm so the wand was casually tucked behind his back, Sander let the officer of the law speak up first. He even took a few steps closer to the other man, nodding along as he spoke. In contrast to the creeper 'keeper, Officer Dakest seemed like a friendly force rather than a nuisance trying to keep him away from trouble fun.
"Like my friend here said, we're terribly sorry and will be on our way." Would it be too bold if he did a quick vanishing spell of the broken glass on the floor? Sander's eyes shifted toward the mess and then back up to the creeper. "My mistake." There, he admitted it.
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Awwwwwww. Awwwwwwwwwww. They wanted to go. Aww. Peverell pouted a little bit, "But. We've only just met." His eyes locked on the ginger. On his hair. "I like your hair!" He said, his eyes going wide with insane excitement. "I wonder how I would look with it on my head." He tilted his head as though he was imagining it happening.
The other dark-haired guy, the Auror who came with the blonde the other time, was being all too polite and fake. Good for him. He knew how to avoid confrontation with the man in here, especially since BOTH idiots were in his lair. Tsktsktsk. Bad Auror.
"Hmm?" Costs for the damage? WHAT damage--oh. Peverell eyed the glass lazily, seemingly not very concerned about it. "Oh yeah. That's really bad manners. I don't think the shopkeeper would be so..."Merciful. "...forgiving if he saw that, nooo." He clicked his tongue and shook his head before suddenly snapping his head upwards as if an idea just hit him. "Oh I know. I own the shop. I can accept payment." He smiiiiiiled, crazy unblinking wide eyes and all. "The gentleman's hair." Pointing at lanky red over there. It was a fair price if you asked him.
It was a pleasant surprise that Mr. Redhead didn't put up a fuss or offer a counter argument. In fact, Sabel was downright grateful that the man went along with the half-truth so effortlessly. He appreciated, it. Really, he did. But those were sentiments for another time, and not exactly an expression of communication he could afford here.
But, the easy agreement also meant that the Redhead was seeing the same thing as he was. Which, for the man who had run head-first into the alley, was saying something. Sabel glanced over at the man, checking their distance. The closer they were, the better. The easier it would be to get out of here.
If they could get out of here. This suit man, he was .... Sabel wasn't sure what he was, but he didn't like it. The way he spoke, the way he looked at the redhead. It made his skin crawl and his blood boil.
Wait. Waaait. Sabel's stomach jumped into his throat. Not the shopkeep. Okay, that he could have guessed, but this guy owned the shop. There weren't very many in Knocturn who would boast to that end. His list of potential names to attach to the sly face had gotten considerably smaller.
Sabel's grip tightened on his wand. Payment, this should be ---
He blinked, and the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, flat and tinged with warning. "There's a charm for that." Had learned about it at the orientation and all. And there was no way he was going to go along with such an insane request, or allow Mr. Redhead to do it. Sure, it was a small price, but it was the creep-factor behind it that mattered.
"I can show you, if you would like." Give him a good reason to point his wand at the man too. A very good reason. "Otherwise, we'll be paying the galleons and be on our way."
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I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
There was just SOOOOOO much enthusiasm coming from the creeper 'keeper. And there was something undeniably unnerving about the way he said he wanted to see Sander's hair on his head. Like... literally on his head...?!
Now Sander wasn't sure WHO the suited man was if he wasn't the shopkeeper. He edged behind Dakest just slightly, eyebrows UP UP UP and on HIGH ALERT when he decided that the appropriate payment would be his hair. Who the hell paid with hair?!! Was that even possible?!
He gulped and let the officer do the talking. He was rather attached to his head of hair, thanks, both literally and figuratively. People told him he needed a haircut all the time but NOW WAS NOT THAT TIME.
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Lanky Red was hiding behind the fool auror. What else is new. People were just so lame these days, Peverell didn't even get to show them his new pet and the man was hiding! He rolled his eyes at that, and at what the Auror was saying. "See, this is why they don't let you sit at the Wizengamot table. You don't know how to negotiate." Peverell pointed out casually, sticking his hands in his smart pants' pockets.
"I changed my mind. I don't think it's fair to take something from Lanky. He wasn't playing here alone." He smiled sweetly at the Redhead, hoping to catch the man's pretty eyes. "You both should pay us something!" He erupted happily. "Lanky's hair. An ounce of your blood." His teeth showed, glinted in this poorly lit shop. "We use it for extraordinary potions here, people come from all around the world to buy." The fool Auror could be famous! Well... his blood.
And no, nobody was talking about leaving just yet. Peverell ignored that bit. He started venturing closer to them, without a flinch or seemingly any caution. "We've been having... problems with the printed media recently." He spoke in a dramatically sad voice. "They don't like us." Stopped to look up at the Auror with a couple of sad eyes. "Said we're goons. Only because we're smart enough to have our business underground." Pouting now, and feeling his wand under the sleeve of his jacket but now taking it out just yet. "It made my associate cry." Emma crying, bahaha, did you see what he did there? Oh Circe. "I don't like seeing my associates cry. So I thought to myself... Kyle..." He raised a hand, mimicking a conversation with himself. "You must give them a sneak peek of your brilliant job." He dropped his hand and grinned at the both of them. SO, they were his job today! Tada!
From the corner of his eyes, Sabel watched the redhead move just behind him. Good, the man had some sense left between his ears. If they needed to get out in a jiffy, which was seeming more and more likely, they could. At least, as long as the place wasn't charmed to Azkaban and back.
"Negotiating has never been a strong point." Sabel ground out. Probably the only thing the two of them would agree on. Though, he wasn't getting the sense that even if they were good with the skill, this man would simply let them be.
The flip that his stomach was taking did another turn at the mention of blood. Hair and blood for potions. It had his skin crawling. The man was insane. Did he even need to give an answer to that? He was sure his expression said it all. "Use your own."
It was a toss up whether or not to pull the Auror card now. While it may just be the tool needed to get the guy to lay off, Sabel had little hope of it working. There was the possibility that the man already knew, and even if he didn't, it was more likely that in the end it would gain them nothing. Nothing but more problems.
They already had a big one, slithering its way towards them. Sabel watched the man carefully, his wand slipping back into his hand as he tensed. Getting too close, way too close. He would have laughed at the man's story too, had he not been so disturbingly serious about it. Of course they were goons, but that didn't seem to the the nut of the tale. He didn't like those eyes, the tone, the way the man talked. It sounded like baiting.
"And I don't see how that's our problem, given we've got nothing to do with the papers." He reached back and took hold of the redhead's elbow. Either he would walk the guy out of here, or they would apparate. Time to go, regardless of permission. "But as friendly advice, if you want to change their opinions, maybe consider normalized forms of currency."
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I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Oooh, burn to the law enforcement dude. Sander could appreciate the creeper's sense of humor somewhat... for a second.... until he started demanding blood AND hair. Then he was all back to Team Dakest, who had a good comeback of his own.
"Uhhh I'm really unimportant, so no one wants my hair," Sander muttered, trying to avoid eye contact with the alleged owner of this shop. He again shifted closer to Dakest, maybe unconsciously this time, but now at least his wand arm was hidden from the suited guy's line of sight.
He didn't know why the man kept advancing, or why he was suddenly bringing up the media, of all people. Did he know Sander's sister worked in the press? No way, he couldn't have. Tori hadn't written about this goon, right? She totally avoided dark alleys and underground businesses... so, "Just what is it that you do, exactly?" he blurted. What? He didn't know. He was just a tourist.
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Negotiation had never been a strong point indeed. Peverell was yet to encounter a smart Auror who could be talked to. "There was that foxy boss, such a shame she left." He licked his lips, his eyes wandering off into one of his private thoughts. "I'm eager to meet your new one, though. Bet he's sweet as a lollipop." He started laughing hysterically.
Use... his... own? The laugh died away abruptly and something bad stirred in the man's dark eyes. He set his jaw, controlling his anger but something growled a little far from where they all gathered. His pet. Peverell started breathing hard, calming himself down for the sake of Red Lanky who seemed like he was about to faint at any moment now. Or maybe that was his natural complexion.
"See..." He took one of his hands out from his pocket, rubbing a finger and a thumb together. "... I don't really like you." He smiled in a way that was far from sweet. "I don't like how you're allowed a tongue. You don't know how to use it." In an instant, the wand in his sleeve fell to his hand. "Let's add a tongue to that hair and ounce of blood payment, shall we?" He slashed the air with his wand sending two spells towards the Auror. One to cut out his tongue and another to kill him.
And he'd need superglue to put the hair in place. Really, Sabel couldn't have agreed with the redhead more. He just didn't get this guys deal. Except, his agreement stopped when said redhead decided to pipe up with a conversation-inducing question. Sabel turned halfway to give the man a stare combination of a stink-eye and utter disbelief, when the goon made everything unnervingly clear.
While he didn't agree with the terminology, there were few leading women in the Ministry that could be called 'foxy', and even fewer that had just been recently replaced. The cat was out of the bag, or more likely, it had never been in the bag. All names were crossed off the list of possibilities, save for one. And Sabel had no liking for that one.
So, there was some small, stupid satisfaction that he had hit a sore spot with Peverell, but it was short lived. He heard the growl from somewhere in the shop, noted the look in the man's eyes and knew they were in for a hell of a lot of trouble even before he began to speak.
Sabel went deadpan. Most people didn't like him or his tongue, but there was at least one person who did. No, three now. Three. Goodness knew the redhead probably had people too, other than Peverell, that liked his hair. So he was intent on keeping it. All of it. The hair, the tongue, the blood.
Whether or not Peverell meant to tip-off the attack and whether or not it was warranted, didn't matter. Even that creepy grin and the gut-turning bargaining chips. They didn't matter. Nothing but the man, his spells and the redhead charge mattered. Everything, every thought and every movement, was overrun by silent, hollow instinct as soon as the killing curse was released.
Sabel abandoned the redhead's arm as quickly as he abandoned the thought of apparating them out of there. There was no way to know if the shop was charmed, and testing could be fatal. His own wand hand shot up and out, the flick of a wrist overturning one of the nearby, heavily loaded shelving units into the path of Peverell's spells. He shoved against air as if shoving against a wall, driving the unit into the fray of the spells and as far away from them, and as close to Peverell, as possible in the heartbeat of a moment they had.
It didn't go far, and it didn't help much. The impact of killing curse upon moving wood, pottery and plant material was explosive and jarring, knocking Sabel's lower back into the shelf behind him. Whole plants and planks split apart in clumps of eerie, green fire, spewing this way and that. But at least it was the shelf, and not one of them.
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I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Ooop, never mind, he had a very clear idea now of what this creepy man did. He was a DARK wizard, in the flesh! How exciting terrifying! He did not look happy and OH MERLIN'S BEARD, HE WAS TRYING TO KILL THEM NOW!!!
WHAT DID OFFICER DAKEST WANT SANDER TO DO?!!!!
The only thing he could think to do, as soon as the creeper said the officer shouldn't have a tongue, was to throw up a shield spell hopefully strong enough to protect the two of them. His second thought was to get away from the creeper in case he started throwing more spells their way, but luckily it was two on one here, and his partner was... probably pretty practiced at this sort of thing, right? RIGHT?!
He was knocked backwards as well when the shelf exploded, though he wasn't sure WHY it had exploded. Sander still had his wand and shield out, but he liked the idea of using the shelves against the creeper.
"We need to get out of here," he muttered toward the officer, bouncing up from the ground and attempting to tug/help the officer up as well. With a glance toward the window, Sander levitated a heavy plant pot toward it with a flick. Could they take that route, if it broke? Know what, why stop at the window? Sander hurriedly started levitating more and more items, only half-aiming as he flicked them off the floor and the shelves and toward the freaky Dark wizard.
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Peverell watched with flaming angry eyes as the shelves and pots exploded in result of his two spells. He'd seen both men fall backwards, heard something crack and he hoped it was one of their backbones. There was a significant cloud of dust surrounding them now and he could barely see what was going on.
What he DID see, though, were the pots and plants hovering and floating towards a window...? No...? They were flinging themselves at HIM. At HIM?? Really?? Peverell banished every one of them with his wand, his anger rising... "You fools!" He growled at them, and the same creature growled from afar. Pounding on the ground must reach their feet the way Peverell felt his pet running closer, towards the chaos. Its growling was getting louder and the man in the suit was back to his unsettling grinning.
"He's come to say hi." His pet, his precious pet that he kept around here in case of any... trouble. He turned to look above the bushes and plants and dust and rubbles, looking for that big scorpion tail thing. Maybe he'd spot him before the two of them. His lovely pet. Lovely, lovely pet. "I do not guarantee you your lives if this dust clears out and I still see you." He laughed with clear menace. "You've caused enough damage! You attacked ME! You refused to pay! You're banned from the shop! You're banned!" He shouted, his pet roared with every sentence. "The shopkeeper will ban you now!" From life, bahahahahaha.
What, yes, he'd given this shop to his pet, sue him. His pet was cool and could talk.
His back hurt, a lot. Had it not been for the adrenaline consuming him, he might have paid it a little more mind. As it was, there were more important matters to attend to.
Accepting the help up, his feet slipped a few times before finding proper, but unsteady purchase. "Couldn't agree more." The growl came through gritted teeth as he settled into a low crouch, taking in the situation quickly. He was surprised, and a little more than pleased, to see the redhead was making a right mess of the shop, including a broken window, flying objects and what sounded like a very, very angry Peverell. Good.
But ground shaking? Not so good. What was that? Was it...? He glanced at the redhead...No. Certainly not. His head whipped around, down the opposite way towards a rumbling growl. Was that a....tail above the dust?
As much as he would have loved to stay and hash things out with Peverell, the odds had flipped out of their favor. And death was not an inviting prospect. Definitely time to go. Putting his hand on the young man's back, he gave him an encouraging shove to get him moving. "Go!"
It wasn't necessarily wise to move out of the concealing bubble of dust, but he wasn't going to stand still to test if apparation would work or not. Not when the ground was trembling from whatever that was, barreling in their direction. At least, if apparating didn't work, it was a straight run towards the broken window and they had as much of a head start as they were ever going to get.
He wasted no time in stumbling into a run himself, but not without first throwing a blasting charm at the joint of the ground and shelf behind them, hopefully to knock it flying and provide more dust and maybe some additional projectiles to cover their retreat. As an added measure of cover, a stinging jinx, cutting charm and stun were tossed over his shoulder at the air where he guessed Peverell was. There was even a orange hair color charm thrown in there just for the hell of it, right behind a knee reversal hex.
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Sander knew he was hitting his mark when he heard the Dark wizard start exploding the pots with some anger behind it. Plus he was growling, right? Or... uh, something was growling, and Sander wasn't sure he wanted to stick around to find out what it was. Not with the latest threats from creeper 'keeper on the line...
'Go!' he heard the officer shout loud and clear. Yeah yeah, he was going! Picking up his long legs and creating a bubble of the protego charm around them, Sander made a dash for the window. He really didn't need any more encouragement as he jumped through it, onto the street, and glanced over his shoulder to see where Dakest was.
"Come on!" he paused just long enough to wait for the other man to clear the window, then grabbed onto his sleeve and apparated them both the heck out of there.
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More dust, more crashing. Peverell squinted against the dusty cloud rising up to cover the entire space between him and the two offenders. He had his wand tightly grasped in his hand and his pet came to stand by his side, its scorpion tail with the stinger high above them all. Peverell's anger was almost at its peak and it affected his pet making it growl more ferociously.
"Sta--" He started to shout when a series of spells emerged from the dusty cloud. They distracted him from seeing the two men escape through the window. Two spells hit him but he managed to block the rest. The pet looked up at his owner's orange haired head, pure confusion was written on its face. Peverell looked down at it, only slightly aching from the stinging hex. "WHAT." Why was it looking at him like that?? What??
Well, wasn't this place just a right, shoddy mess?
Kicking a piece of broken pottery across the floor, Mathis watched absently as it spun and skittered about. It didn't get far before the dredge of broken things and destroyed plant life stopped it. Seems like someone had got in a bad mood and decided to upturn a few things.
Or maybe it was redecorating. With the likes of those in Knocturn, it really was hard to tell.
Stepping over one particular spot of wreckage, he made his way into the depths of the shop. Didn't seem like anyone was around, so he'd help himself to what was needed if required. Wasn't like he didn't know what he was doing or looking for.
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Well, wasn't this place just a right, shoddy mess?
Kicking a piece of broken pottery across the floor, Mathis watched absently as it spun and skittered about. It didn't get far before the dredge of broken things and destroyed plant life stopped it. Seems like someone had got in a bad mood and decided to upturn a few things.
Or maybe it was redecorating. With the likes of those in Knocturn, it really was hard to tell.
Stepping over one particular spot of wreckage, he made his way into the depths of the shop. Didn't seem like anyone was around, so he'd help himself to what was needed if required. Wasn't like he didn't know what he was doing or looking for.
Her precious was growing as expected according to the shopkeep and that was all she needed to know. Peverell could keep his great beast of a pet and she would keep her flesh eaters, particularly the ones held in the back room where the woman stood talking to the man she'd left to tend them.
Good news like that put her in one of those rare good moods that she knew would never last. All it would take was walking out of the shop and running into anyone--particularly the madman she was forced to do business with.
Dare she bother trying to tread carefully? She might have but when Emma stepped back into the shop, she caught sight of someone. Was he wandering or browsing? Believe it or not, there was a large difference and so she watched.
That was it. Emma leaned against the counter, not bothering to signalling for the shopkeeper yet. There might not be a need in the end.
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Her precious was growing as expected according to the shopkeep and that was all she needed to know. Peverell could keep his great beast of a pet and she would keep her flesh eaters, particularly the ones held in the back room where the woman stood talking to the man she'd left to tend them.
Good news like that put her in one of those rare good moods that she knew would never last. All it would take was walking out of the shop and running into anyone--particularly the madman she was forced to do business with.
Dare she bother trying to tread carefully? She might have but when Emma stepped back into the shop, she caught sight of someone. Was he wandering or browsing? Believe it or not, there was a large difference and so she watched.
That was it. Emma leaned against the counter, not bothering to signalling for the shopkeeper yet. There might not be a need in the end.
Now, it didn't particularly help the looking factor, when he couldn't find what he was looking for. Problem was, it should have been about, but the state of the shop had everything in a shoddy mess.
He kicked aside another pot, squatted and peered under one of the tables, thinking that perhaps, they had moved them. It seemed even here, the merchandise hadn't been spared. Pottery chunks had blown through leaves and stems and table bits had knocked over this thing and that thing.
Curiously distracted, Mathis leaned way back on his heels, holding onto the edge of the table for balance as his eyes roamed over the main area of wreckage. He stayed like that for a moment, listening to the noises of the creatures in the shop and catching sight of something moving from the corner of his eye. Neither concerned him and abruptly he hoped back to his feet and in two long strides was at the center of the shop havoc. Someone had started cleaning it up, but either they had got busy, distracted or couldn't be bothered to do a stellar job.
Turning slowly on the spot, his gaze drifted along the ground.
"I've got a fly infestation." He offered offhandedly, not entirely sure who or what he was talking to, if anyone. Not really caring. They would answer or they wouldn't. For the moment, he was interested in this.
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