"Just take a look at this guy," Scabior said with a frown, watching as the strange man in the center of the clearing looks around as if he had been there the entire time. "She really thought we wouldn't notice."
His gang of snatchers had seven members. Seven. Then, he woke up this morning with this schmuck standing around as if their little team of snatchers had eight members all along. Beside him, Fenrir sneered at the sky as if there was someone up there, "What was she thinking? Can this guy even use a wand?"
"Emmeline knows that this shit is difficult. I mean, my wife was one thing I love her to bits, but this bigot could cost us pay." Scabior sighed as he kicked at the dirt under his boot, "Who gave her the idea anyway?"
"The others believe it was that…" Fenrir paused, "Lamia's idea. You know that Emme has been writing those stories for that...challenge. You and your wife were in one."
Scabior nodded as he remembered, "That was a nice bath. But seriously, this guy!" The man had looked their way quickly before suddenly disappearing in a puff of smoke. For a moment they warily stood their ground gripping their wands.
"I think she heard us." Fenrir whispered as he eyed the sky again, lowering his wand. Scabior rolled his eyes.
"I want to have a chat with this Lamia," Scabior eyed the sky, "Lamia, if you are listening, you've got to at least force Emmeline to write something creative with one of these guys." Then he smirked, "Or at least have it be an attractive woman!"
Fenrir growled lowly, used to the man's perverse ways. "At least tell her to give the guy skills to help us."
Then Scabior grinned, "Oh and I have to thank you for giving her the inspiration for the bath. That was ace."
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