Lies La La La La Lies (Relina, Sevrum & Sloan)

[SICILLIA SNOW]

It was getting tiresome sleeping every night with a different man at the inn above the Leaky Cauldron. For Sicillia it was even more true by the fact that she had to sneak out in the early mornings before the men arose and realized they had been robbed. The men she manipulated, though their eyes were dilated with a fiery lust, were harmless. Sici never hurt them physically but she had become sort of an expert at it and had many the clean getaway. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe the barmaid knew of Sici's devious plan. The last thing Sici needed was to be caught using the Imperious Curse. She was homeless but a cell in Azkaban was not the solution to that problem. Since her departure from Beauxbatons, Sicillia had been using the same trick over and over again. Whenever she felt others getting suspicious, she would move on without another glance. After three months of her criminal bed-hopping she grew weary of the activity and moved on from the pub.

The day she chose to leave was a busy one, on both the dirty Muggle side and the whimsical Wizard part as well. She chose the latter and shuffled through Diagon Alley pickpocketing what she could but avoided Knockturn Alley at all costs. Though she wasn't sure her brother was daft enough to roam London, she couldn't help but fear the shadows and dark corners all around her. There were still many hours until sundown so Sicillia wasn't in need of a bed just yet. A deep breath escaped her lungs as she tried to clear her mind. The crisp air helped but the usually savvy witch had a solid idea in her head. In that moment, unfortunately, she was lost without one clever or deceitful plot. She would have to use the Knight Bus, but even then she needed some money for that. In her pocket were two galleons and 11 sickles. The wizards she chose to rob hadn't yet visited Gringott's. She knew that she couldn't loiter around the bank in case someone saw her.

I need a man she pondered as the clicking of her heels against the cobblestone street nulled her into a quiet thought. Someone who could provide. He'd have a successful career and shan't protest when I spend too much money on clothing or alcohol. He should have good breeding as well, purely for social reasons. It's not like I'm going to have any children! He must be protecting as well. The streets aren't safe anymore, I could be hexed or cursed in a sudden attack. I want my man to save me so I don't have to end up in the hospital like some...

An idea crept up to Sicillia and the clamor of it echoed through her thoughts like an alarm. What if she were attacked on the street? She could be inflicted with a heavy combination of spells leading to bed rest. And then, for as long as she could keep up the facade she could have a place to stay. In the hospital they fed you, cared for you. Her only problem would be that she couldn't drink but she did have some connections that could visit as "family" and sneak her in some wine. Everything would be arranged. She couldn't help but grin at her genius plan. Once again she didn't have to worry about the inevitable, in fact Sici was starting to think that living as a criminal wasn't so bad. She wondered how anyone could object to it.

She reached around a man walking next to her in the crowd and grabbed his unguarded wand from his pocket. It was obvious that she couldn't use her own since she guessed that whoever found her would use Prior Incantato on it. Even if she claimed her wand was taken from her and use against its owner, she a had a long shot that anyone would believe it. After many years of lying one became a professional at it and knew which stories would deceit better than others. Quickly, she ran from the mob of people around her and found a non-trafficked area next to a small shop. With the stranger's wand in hand she casted the first spell.

Engorgio. Instantaneously her legs swelled looking grotesque. She struggled to keep balance before performing the next curse. Sectumsempra! A thick gash sliced through the skin on her arm and she screamed in honest pain. People near her stirred with surprise. She did not have much time to jinx herself again before anyone approached her. Stupefy. The red light blinded her and she dropped the wand just in time before she was stunned and lost consciousness.

Sicillia awoke some time later, though the witch was very unsure of when. She shuddered as her memory returned to her slowly in her daze. When she finally came to she raised herself up in the bed. St. Mungo's, fourth floor, spell damage she recalled. Once before she had been on the floor in the hospital but Sici shook her head at those unpleasant thoughts. Her hazel eyes blinked away some stars from her sight. A sharp tingle lingered in her chest. The Stunner she used must have been the strongest she ever casted. Sluggish she laid herself back into the bed. She was still groggy from her long sleep.

Guessing, she assumed the healer attending to her would be arriving soon now that Sicillia was fully aware. Not a patient person, Sicillia faked a cough for attention. She choked on it at first but after sucking in enough air, she forced herself to wheeze and spit. As a child she was able to feign illness often to get out of class. The infirmary at Hogwarts had been staffed with incompetents. The only times she had been caught were when her younger brother ratted her out. He was always so intrusive. Sicillia was thankful that they hadn't spoken or seen each other in so many years. She was grateful that the trend would continue for much longer now that Sevrum was missing. Her coughing ceased as she struggled for breath.

"Hello?" Her voice came out like croak but it was weak and Sici was unsure anyone could hear her. "Please! Anyone?" She sure played the innocent victim part well.

[SEVRUM SNOW]

The late afternoon sun was hiding behind the treetops in the Forest of Dean, and the old ruins that now served as the Snatcher headquarters were glowing softly with a dim orange aura. The sight of the moon was peeking up behind the horizon, and the sun was sinking down slowly, giving way for the night to come. Sevrum was still a bit sore, his head pounding as it always did the day after a full moon. Last night had been a uniquely controlled transformation, but he had stomached enough wolfsbane to tame even the most ferocious of wolves. He had been a werewolf for close to ten years now, and he was finally beginning to come to terms with his dreadful condition. In some cases, he was proud of it. After all, a beasts instincts were an excellent addition to a snatching career.

Surrounding him were a few of his snatchers, all of them getting their fill of food and drink before heading out to make petty cash with their lower-level snatches. The best snatchers usually stayed far away from the headquarters in their free time, which was very smart of them, but the homeless, down-on-their-luck type snatchers could always be found in the ruins; it was their home.

Sevrum's eyes gazed out into the woods as he sat on the steps of the ruins. Birds fluttered from tree to tree, chirping in sing-song patterns as squirrels rustled up branches and insects scurried through the dirt and grass. The leaves swayed softly in the gentle wind, and the sky would be pink in an hour or so. Behind Sevrum was the sound of laughter and the aroma of tobacco, but then there was a loud, disturbing pop, and a rather young snatcher appeared beside him. Sevrum nearly jumped.

"Merlin's beard, Connor," Sevrum said in a near-sigh. The young snatcher shrugged. "Sorry, boss." Sevrum looked to him, now recovered from his scare. "Need something?" he asked, and Connor nodded. "Y'know how you told us to keep our ears open in case a few people showed up in town?" he asked, and Sevrum nodded for him to continue. "Well, Sicillia Snow was just checked into St. Mungos. At least that's what I heard from my cousin who works there."

Sevrum's jaw nearly dropped as he heard her name, and his brow furrowed angrily. Connor was confused, and also a little scared. "You okay, boss?" But Sevrum didn't answer. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket for his wand quickly and tightened a very aggressive fist around the handle. He stood up viciously, and, with a pop, he was gone.

He appeared right out the door of St. Mungos, and he didn't waste any time before barging in through the front door. The receptionist looked to him, worry in her eyes, but she kept calm as Sevrum approached the desk. "Your name, sir?" she asked, but Sevrum had his own plan of how this would go. "Shut up," he said sternly, but it wasn't just a simple command. She had to do as he said, because Sevrum's wand was aimed at her, and he had become quite good at casting a nonverbal imperius curse. So, the woman was silent, and she awaited her next orders. "Tell me what floor Sicillia Snow is on," he demanded, and the nurse looked at the papers on her desk. "Forth."

"Admit no one else to that floor. No visitors." The woman agreed, and Sevrum quickly sped past her, making his way to the lift. He pressed the button, and the doors opened after a few seconds. There was a single person in there, a healer by the looks of them, and Sevrum pressed the button before standing quietly next to them. His wand was still in his hand, and the healer looked uneasy, but they didn't suspect him of anything just yet. Still, they looked at him strangely.

"You look familiar," they said, but Sevrum pointed his wand to them, thinking the word imperio. "No I don't," he said, his spell taking effect. "You're right, you don't." They agreed, and then the doors opened for the second floor. The healer got out, and the doors closed again.

Sevrum got out when it arrived to the fourth floor, and he didn't have to search long at all for his sister's room. At the end of the hallway, there was a single auror standing guard over a room, and, if Sevrum knew his sister at all, he could bet that she'd be in there. He made his way to the guard who held up a hand. "This room is off limit-- wait a minute, you're Sevrum Sn--"

His words were interrupted by Sevrum's latest imperius curse. "I'm not Sevrum Snow. You don't recognize me. Now, evacuate this building. Every room except for this one should be vacant. Let the receptionist stay at her desk, though. No one in this building except for the receptionist, me, and this patient. Tell them whatever you have to. Just get it done." Shortly after Sevrum finished speaking, the auror pulled an emergency alarm and began to evacuate the building.

Sevrum hadn't a single doubt that his sister had heard the conversation between him and the guard. She was sharp, but Sevrum always had enjoyed getting the jump on her like this. However, this time was different, and as Sevrum opened the door to her room, the siren blaring in the back ground, he could only grin devilishly as he closed the door behind him, hung his jacket on the rack by the door, and looked to Sicillia, his wand still in his hand. 

"Hello, sister."

[SLOAN AVERY]

Sitting at his desk going over the papers from his most recent lesson,an owl came swooping in through a near by window on edge from his prior encounter with a vampire Sloan almost blew the owl into tiny pieces.Being the collected wizard he was Sloan gathered his wits about him and saw the owl had a message to deliver,Sloan then quickly snatched the parchment from the pesky beast and then shooed it away.Sloan carefully opened the letter from St.mungos wich in it's Sept though the professor he thought to him self as he opened the letter"who could be at St.mungos that I know".After he had began reading he saw that the letter stated that he was the emergency contact for one Sicilia Snow,he began to think "I haven't seen her in years" so Sloan decided it proper to pay his school crush a visit and see how she was doing.

After arriving at St.Mungos hospital Sloan Struggled with the receptionist for a good fifteen minutes till he presented the letter stating he was Sicilia's emergency contact he finally got the info he had needed "Sir it Seems she is on the fourth floor" as Sloan tossed the tails of his coat and stormmed down the hall he muttered "This type of incompetence will be wiped clean once I take over" making his way up the stairs to the fourth floor a blaring alarm had began to resonate through the halls of St.Mungos.Sloan took this as a sign of trouble instead of an emergency to evacuate he stepped up his pace as he made it to the fourth floor
Everyone had fled except the receptionist who seemed to be under bewitchment. Sloan drew his wand and made it to the door marked snow and he pulled open the door only to see Sevrum standing between him and Sicilia Sloan raised his wand to the back of sevrums head and quietly cast "Stupify".

[RELINA ROYAL]

It was as if she was watching the events from a tellie. She felt displaced, as she naturally would in a situation such as this. What she was seeing was absolute pandemonium, and what she was used to seeing at her place of work was anything BUT absolute pandemonium. She excelled as a healer at St. Mungo’s because she was as meticulous and anal as she was. So naturally the little control freak known as Relina Royal was at a total loss at the absolute mess that was swirling around her floor of St. Mungo’s. She watched the floor she was on literally file out in the same organization and skill that one would expect that a band of bumbling baboons would orchestrate. Currently she was in the processes of trying to confine April Ridgemore a patent of hers since April had taken a rather nasty mind altering hex that had convinced her that she was indeed a bright yellow canary, which in Relina’ s mind was a vast improvement than what she remembered of April prior to her hexing whom she remembered not so fondly as a frequent flier in the (please help me with this embarrassing female itch) at the free ladies clinic that she volunteered at prior to obtaining employment of St Mungo’s. Normally Relina wouldn’t be too concerned with keeping a deviant who thought she was a canary behind closed doors, however as Miss. Ridgemore was 7 months pregnant and attempting to the fake egg they provided and the swollen belly that contained an innocent child Relina decided that perhaps on this one account she would make an exception, and try to reason with the Miss. Ridgemore.

“ APRIL YOU PECK ME ONE MORE TIME, and IT WILL BE YOUR LAST PECK I DON’T CARE IF YOUR CARRYING THE NEXT MERLIN I WILL BLOODY LAY YOUR ARSE OUT.”

Wand out her literally blocking the door the best she could with her five seven and hundred and fifteen pound self. “Take your egg, and get back in bed.” Tilting her blond head she arched her shoulders she attempted to look bigger. Moments later she was using her wand to ice her hand and cursing a new bite mark on her arm.. “ BLOODY CHICKEN “ Standing over the now unconscious April who was sporting a puffy eye that would be blacken come morning. She swore again and proceeded to drag the woman back into her bed.

Venturing back out on the floor she was pushed back into the room by another healer.. Grabbing the tails of her scarlet robes that mirrored her own. Watching the older woman whip around and the look on the woman’s eyes suggested at once she was under the working of a spell. Relina’s light copper brow arched high as the older woman, one she had grown fond of and trust told her at once she needed to evacuate.

“Why? Why are we being evacuated? It’s unsafe for most of those who are under our care to be forced out into the open public. It would be unsafe for them, and those around them. For Merlin’s sake Mr. Ripley still has his stork legs. You know that potion won’t be ready to right him till another two days. Those little scrawny bird legs of his don’t have the strength to support his girth. This is ludicrous who told you we needed to leave?”

Not being able to get a name or a logical reason Relina stood their confused.. “ I’m sorry, what? What do you mean It’s not Sevrum Snow, That Sevrum Snow is certainly not three rooms down in Miss. Snow’s room. Why are you talking about Sevrum Snow who is probably not here but possibly in Tahiti? IF you don’t know who is Sevrum Snow then why do you know that might fancy a tan? That is just ludicrous have you been getting into the communion wine in the chapel again? “

A deep sigh she opted to lock the other healer and April in the room together so they could cluck and talk about the possibilities of Sevrum Snow together.. Relina didn’t know who this Sevrum Snow was or what he had to do with the St. Mungo’s but one thing was certain.. He was truly the cherry on the top of a seriously crap-tac-ular day. Making a V line to Sicilla room as that was the only Snow she knew about she figured it was in her best interest to make sure that Sicilla hadn’t taken to cross dressing and was currently involved in a huge evacuation plan, after all stranger things has happened at St. Mungo’s than a Cross dressing control freak waging war with the healers of St. Mungo’s.

However what she found in Sicilla’s room was far more distressing than any raging cross dresser could possibly produce. Not one man, but two and the serious nature in which they held themselves told her of the danger she had just walked into. Damn that vicious little gift of Occlumency she had it truly had done her no favors that day as it had only saved her from the spell that was currently working on saving everyone else..

Her wand pulled and pointed at Sloan’s back she hissed softly.. “ Expelliarmus “ Her eyes flickered quickly to Sevrum curiosity filling her glance. “ You do know we have open visiting hours that don’t require the act of a full on evacuation of a floor at St. Mungo’s that has triggered alarms that Auror’s will be coming to investigate. YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT.. IF you’re looking to snatch, and grab or just make with some serious gore you don’t need a bloody parade to do it do you?” Annoyed now she did what she intended to do when entering the Room of Sicilla Snow she went to check her patient.

“Are you okay? Or do I need to evacuate you, while we wait for the parade of Ministry finest to show up to investigate why St. Mungo’s is evacuating for the first time in decades.. “Cutting another furious look at Sevrum and Sloan “honestly if you’re going to be villains be competent villains.” Coming around sleekly she offered her hand to Sicilla. “ Come along Miss. Snow I think its high time we leave the two to figure out which of them will be offering sexual  favors to Dementor’s for extra helpings of mush..”



TAG: Miss. Snow

Words: it don’t matter post what muse allows..

Notes: Sorry it took so long, Hope it works for you.. I left all actions open so you can control the flow of the topic.. Relina is here for the ride.  LOL  

[SEVRUM SNOW]

It was one of Sevrum's finer moments, or so he thought. Him and his sister had always been at odds with each other, and there were few things he loved more than coming out on top of their rivalry, and he had done just that. Here she was, laying defenseless in a hospital bed, and he had evacuated the entire building just to show her that there was no place she could hide from his wrath. Still, there was some strange way where he found himself slightly... happy. Awful as she was, she was his sister-- his only sister-- and no matter what, that meant something.

But then the door opened, and Sevrum knew that couldn't be good. After all, he had evacuated the entire building, so anyone coming through the door was someone who had more curiosity and bravery to simply flee at the sound of an alarm. So, remembering his training as an Unspeakable, he spun around to face the door, ducking down low. His trainer's voice was in his head.

Where do wizards aim? Well, unlike muggle weapons, there are no fatal and nonfatal spots to aim for. Whether a killing curse hits you smack in the face or grazes your pinky, you're dead. So, where do wizards aim? Well, for the largest target, of course-- the torso.

By ducking, Sevrum was confident that he would avoid any spell that could be throw at him, and he was lucky he took the precaution, because after the word "stupify" rang through his ears, a bolt went a few inches over his head. Sevrum stood back up, smirking at the man who had tried to stun him. "I'm not sure what's worse-- your aim, or your manners." Sevrum remarked slyly, his brow furrowed and his eyes piercing. "I'll ask that you leave me to speak to my sister alone," he said calmly, but a sneer still managed to crawl to his wolfish lips. "Though I think you'll find I don't ask as kindly the second time."

"Expelliarmus,"

Sevrum's eyes flicked up to the voice, and he wand shot up to the ready, but he saw that the spell was aimed at the man across from him. Then, the woman who cast it turned her attention to Sevrum. “You do know we have open visiting hours that don’t require the act of a full on evacuation of a floor at St. Mungo’s that has triggered alarms that Auror’s will be coming to investigate. YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT.. IF you’re looking to snatch, and grab or just make with some serious gore you don’t need a bloody parade to do it do you?”


Sevrum smiled. He lowered his wand as a display of confidence and took a small stride closer to his sister's bedside as he looked to the woman, a healer by the looks of her. "Ah, but it's all part of the show, my dear. You see, my sister and I have a bit of a complex relationship. So, if you'd be so kind..." he clued strongly, gesturing toward the door with his wand, and the door swung open all the way when he did.


“Come along Miss. Snow I think its high time we leave the two to figure out which of them will be offering sexual favors to Dementor’s for extra helpings of mush.”


Sevrum growled, his inner wolf driving his rage. He pointed his wand toward's the woman's hand, a medium-sized flame emerging from the tip. He didn't shoot the fire at her hand, but instead let it linger on the tip of his wand as a warning. "My dear sister isn't going anywhere, I'm afraid."

His eyes locked on the woman, his lips in a sneer, but then he smiled. "You're cute," he remarked sweetly, his emerald eyes gazing into hers. "But I've killed cuter," he said as another warning, but, come to think of it, he was sick of the warnings.

He sat on the edge of the bed next to his sister, the flame still on the tip of his wand. "I need to talk to her, and the Ministry trained me to get what I need by any means," He began ominously. Then, he flicked his wand toward the curtain, and the flame left the tip of his wand, igniting the bottom the the curtain. The flame crawled up the curtains, the eat of the crimson tongues blaring through the room. "When I'm done talking to her, I'll put out the flames. The longer you stay here, the more of the hospital that burns, and the less oxygen she has, so..." he trailed off flicking his wand to the far corner of the room to start another fire. "Tic tok," he finished, but then her had another thought.


"Oh, and I wouldn't recommend putting out the flames. When you're casting that spell, I could be casting one of my own, and I don't know many nice spells."