death eater au!percy weasley; homeless

[bloodbetrayed]

Muggle.

Please do us all a favor and stop pretending that someone like you can do justice to a wizard of my complexity and intelligence. It is insulting to me and doomed to failure for you. While I know I can't put you off of it entirely if you choose not to let it go, just allow me to warn you that I will not be as tolerant of your meddling as my ... counterpart. I am a very busy man, and I do not care to have my time wasted.

P.I. Weasley

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[chasingdragons]

Always thought you were a bit of a duffer.

Listen to you.

You sound like one of those villains from the Mad Muggle comics. Meddling. Go on, you great prat.

[wizarding_indy]

'Of your complexity and intelligence', eh?

Perce. Don't make me pop that swelled head. I guarantee you won't like the process.

[bloodbetrayed]

It is meddling. Sticking their filthy noses where they don't belong, playing with us like we're dolls.

[bloodbetrayed]

[...hello there, dead brother.]

I do not have a swelled head.

[chasingdragons]

Well, with that hair, Perce...

[wizarding_indy]

[Hello there, prat brother.]

Are you sure about that? It's blocking out the sun from where I'm standing.

[bloodbetrayed]

There is nothing wrong with my hair!

[bloodbetrayed]

I certainly cannot speak to what your perception of the sun may or may not be, but I can assure you, my head is of perfectly normal size.

[chasingdragons]

You have what I like to call 'Prat Hair'.

[bloodbetrayed]

Do you really think insulting me is the wisest course of action?

[wizarding_indy]

Hmm.

[Yes, he is totally raising his wand to measure your head, Perce, squinting past it like an artist past his thumb.]

No, it's definitely swelled. Probably a curse. I'll see if I can remove it, shall I?

[He grins and flicks his wand smoothly back into his palm. The smile is light-hearted enough, but there is a certain measure of consideration in his eyes. Hmm.]

[chasingdragons]

That prissy look you get never stopped me before. Stop opening yourself up to insults if you don't like it.

[bloodbetrayed]

[And in an instant, Percy's wand is out and pointed directly at Bill's chest, and the look in his eyes is hard and merciless.]

I wouldn't.

[bloodbetrayed]

Surely even in Romania they teach you to have respect for your betters.

[wizarding_indy]

[Bill freezes, his wand half-turned toward his brother. He's usually a quicker draw, but this was Percy. Aside from the occasional prattiness, there wasn't much to worry about. Except on this occasion, apparently, there is.

[He doesn't lower his wand, but he does raise his other hand in a calming gesture, his gaze still fixed on his brother's face.]

Perce, what's going on?

[bloodbetrayed]

It's Percy, not Perce.

Put your wand away, or I will make you.

[wizarding_indy]

[Bill's next thought is the Imperius Curse. The one after that is Polyjuice. Either way, he has no intention of lowering his wand; what's more, although whoever this is is a faster draw than Percy, Bill is sure he's still faster. Cursebreakers tended to develop reflexes aurors could only envy.

[So Bill's shoulders straighten, his balance shifting just slightly, his eyes hardening as he answers with quiet confidence.]

No.

[undoubtedly]

[...And here Theo thought he's seen everything. Merlin.]

I almost forgot how highly you like to think of yourself.

[bloodbetrayed]

Expelliarmus!

[Hemlock and unicorn hair are a fast combination, but Percy's memories of Bill are that he was fast. Not fast enough to avoid the Death Eaters that crashed his wedding, apparently, but fast.]

[bloodbetrayed]

There is a difference between fact and opinion, Nott. You hold an opinion. That a mere Muggle is not intelligent enough to convincingly portray a wizard like myself is fact.

[wizarding_indy]

[In a way, the spell is comforting--at least he isn't starting out lethal. Then again, someone wearing his brother's guise is attacking him over brotherly teasing. That is very much not comforting.

[With a deft twist of his wand Bill blocks the spell and sidesteps in case of follow-up, lips moving with a wordless spell of his own. Incarcerous.]

[undoubtedly]

[Theo very nearly isn't able to keep from laughing, and he certainly isn't able to keep his lips from twitching. Why so pretentious, Weasley?]

Ah, of course. And how is convincing them of that going for you?

[bloodbetrayed]

[He dodges, too, a moment too late - the ropes glance off his head and he makes a brief, pained noise. His eyes light with anger and he points again.]

Crucio!

[bloodbetrayed]

Poorly.

She seems to think it's funny.

[undoubtedly]

They usually do whenever we start complaining. From what I've seen, most these muns care very little for our opinions.