hostile takeover (closed)

[lorelai]

Night had fallen upon Hogsmeade, and Lorelai was busy putting away the left over pastries and setting the works-in-progress in the large refrigerator. She hummed as she worked, refusing to use her wand for the simple tasks. Honestly, it was just so annoying when wizards relied solely on their magic. Opening a door doesn’t require a spell, nor does putting away a few pastries and cakes. Some people were just so lazy. Other wizard bakeries probably had all of their items made from magic. Not Temptest Treats! They only used the appliances that muggles owned, because both girls agreed that food made from those things tasted better. And they wouldn’t be lying when they said that they made the pastries with their own hands.

Sierra had left the shop already; complaining of a headache and having Lorelai lock up. Their apartment was only upstairs, so Lorelai requested that her dog be let downstairs so she wasn’t so alone. Sierra grumbled, but complied. The other snake girl didn’t like having the dog running around the shop because she worried about their goodies being destroyed by the animal. Lorelai just assured her that Rocky was well-trained and wouldn’t do anything of the like. Plus, if he did, Lorelai would fix it anyway. And not only because she was OCD, but because she wouldn’t want to feed her customers crap. Dog hair in a cake? No thank you.

Rocky sprawled in front of the door, his ears twitching every so often in response to some noise from outside. Lorelai hadn’t been paying much attention to the dog, until he stood suddenly, with his fur bristling and a low growl starting. She was instantly on the defensive, clutching her wand in her hand and slowly walking toward the door. The outside was too dark for her to see anything, but obviously Rocky was growling over something. “What do you see Boss?” Her voice came out as barely a whisper, so it wouldn’t portray her fear.

Suddenly, something smashed threw the window, sending glass flying everywhere and Rocky on a barking spree. Lorelai covered her face with her arms and screamed, alerting Sierra to the danger below. What the hell just happened? She didn’t have to wait long before her question was answered though, because suddenly something slammed into her, sending her toppling over. Lorelai twisted and kicked, luckily hitting the thing with her foot and moving it further away from her. The creature hissed, and finally she could see what it was. A stone gargoyle sat snarling at her, baring its solid fangs in fury and preparing to launch itself again.

“We’ve gotta go Boss!” Lorelai whistled to the dog and she ran out of the hole that the gargoyle had created. The dog jumped after her, and whined in protest as he saw that Lorelai had collided with something. Or rather, someone. She latched onto the man’s arm and tugged, urging him into a run. There wasn’t really time for apologies.

[Dax Simmons]

Dax had been sitting in the Hogshead for most of the afternoon with Jac, Girty and Grace. It was meant to be an ‘old gang get together’ but after the first hour of reminiscing it has fallen into girlish giggles and blushes which by the third hour the grounds keeper started to get a bit bored of sipping his pumpkin juice in silence and so he had made his excuses, said his goodbyes and carefully made his way though the crowds and out the small wooden door. The cool evening summer air hit him like a refreshing wave, as he breathed in it made his lungs tingle and he just could not help but feel alive. Although he had enjoyed hanging out with the girls (it was odd how all his male friends were either dead or missing) but their company was just suffocating and to be out in the free air was perfect.

The Hufflepuff graduate was enjoying the peace and quiet when he heard an odd noise, his eyes shifted nervously around making sure nothing was creeping up in the dark near him but the high street was clear so he just carried on walking. But the noise did not stop there, in fact what came next made Dax stop in his tracks and look back over his shoulder to where dust and shattered glass was settling to the ground and a big dark blob seemed to be attacking a woman on the floor.

Merlin knows what came over him but somehow Dax overcame any onset of fear and ran straight towards the debris only for the black blob to take off into the night sky. Next thing he knew he had collided with the woman, she had took hold of his arm and as always for poor old Dax he was being dragged off by a female in the opposite direction. He had learnt by now never to argue when someone did this and as a dog darted far ahead and the woman continued to drag him and he could do nothing but run away from the unknown monster. It was then, for the second time that night Dax did something he never normally did and took control, dragging the woman sharply down a side ally alongside Honeydukes sweet shop. He pressed himself up against the building wall, breathing heavily as his chest heaved as he desperately tried to gain its breath back.

After a few moments to compose himself Dax turned his head to one side to look at the woman, his eyes growing in wide as he realised who had dragged him down the street. “L-Lorelai…w-what is going on?”

[lorelai]

Oh lord that hole in the shop would cost a hefty load to fix. And who knows what they lost when the demon smashed against the counter. Of course, only Lorelai Quinnt would worry about something like this as she was fleeing her own shop. She silently hoped that the monster wouldn’t head upstairs to Sierra, who was most likely sleeping. But on the same note, she hoped to God that the thing wouldn’t follow her either. She loved Sierra, but Lorelai wasn’t foolish enough to wish pain on herself. She left that to the foolhardy Gryffindors.

Her dog was running in front of the pair, clearing a path to make sure that they wouldn’t run into any more horrors. Lorelai hardly paid attention to who she was holding on to; her instinct was just to try to keep everyone out of the way of the demonic being. She was planning to run into one of the vacant buildings to hide and prepare in case the monster came back, but whoever she was running with had a different idea. He yanked her wrist, jerking her to the side and twirling her around so she was shoved into the alleyway.

Rocky—or as Lorelai called him, Boss—ran into the alleyway after Lorelai managed to press herself up against the wall. The dog whined softly and nudged her hand. “Shush.” She whispered, not trusting herself to speak any louder because who knew if the gargoyle had good hearing. The man next to her was breathing heavily, practically wheezing from the amount they ran. Hmph, he didn’t have to run in heels now did he?

As soon as she heard his voice, she cursed. Of course, out of all the people she could’ve grabbed, she had to grab Dax. Why couldn’t it have been an auror or something? Someone who was used to fighting off crazy things! Damn Hufflepuff was probably useless. “If I knew that do you think I would be running like this? That damn monster blew a hole in my wall! It better be ready for a whole bunch of arse-whooping.” Lorelai hissed in annoyance, gripping her wand tighter as she searched the skies for the stone beast.

Rocky started to bark once more, and Lorelai looked up in time to see the gargoyle screech and start to dive. “Get down!” She shoved Dax as she pointed her wand at the creature. “Incarcerous!” The gargoyle’s flight haulted suddenly, and it dropped to the ground with its wings and limbs trapped tight against its body, as if it was being tied up by ropes. Lorelai stepped back from it, her wand raised threateningly.

[Dax Simmons]

If there was something about Dax Simmons then it was this, he always had a habit of falling into situations with women who could only be described as power house women. He had just spent the whole afternoon with Jac, Girty and Grace who where three rather strong willed people who knew what they wanted and more often then not got it. Dax on the other hand he, well he just had a habit such as today of being dragged along with it all although Lorelai was not really the person he would have picked to get dragged along by. These two had a history, not a romantic history, more like an ‘I sat next to you for two years in Potions’ kind of history. It was also during these two years that Lorelai seemed to have developed a grudge against him and Dax had no idea why?

As a result he was not surprised when Lorelai used that tone with him telling him how she wished it was someone else she had brought along with her, that too was also something that he was used too. A big talking female who’s fowl mouth was really not all that attractive making it sound like they were trying to a team walk before stepping into a boxing ring not the high street of a sleepy village in the middle of no where in Scotland. If he could have found his voice then he would have argued but Lorelai had shoved him when he was least expecting it and….well…he was now face down on the cold floor of the alleyway hearing a spell being fired off behind him.

Rolling over onto one side Dax looked around with wide eyes as the creature fell from the air, crashing to the ground causing a deafening boom most likely waking up the whole neighbour hood. Quickly scrambling to his feet Dax slowly began to back away from the monster, fumbling around trying to pull out his wand pointing it at the gargoyle.

“W-where d-did it come from?” Dax stuttered out, his hand was trembling meaning that if he needed to fire off a shot he would most likely hit the far wall! Swallowing hard Dax licked his lips and tried to find the courage to move forwards. The stone monster was rocking from side to side trying to free itself from the bonds that it had been rudely wrapped around it. He knew the rope would not hold, he could already see it fraying in the dimly light alleyway, but it was not his fear of the creature breaking free that was keeping Dax rooted to the spot, it was the pure imaginary concern that there would be another stone creature flying above them. Then there was a sound behind him and that got Dax jumping out of his skin, a small shout and turning around pointing his wand desperately into the darkness only for a cat to appear from behind some rubbish bins. Why did he have to be dragged into this? He should have just stayed in the pub with the girls.

“Do you think there is more of them?” His voice was timid and quiet as he tried to hide the fake (and failing) that he was scared stupid.