A/N Okay, sorry that suddenly my cameo suddenly springs to life when she
virtually nonexistent before, but I am determined to fit her and her Snape
affair in somewhere.
Seamus knelt down next to the still form of Zarya, his voice comforting and smooth. "How do like knowing that your old beau is a serial killer, Zarya? Knowing that you and all the angels will die tonight. But don't worry, I'll enjoy you and all your female colleagues before-and after-I'm through with you." He whispered.
Zarya stared angrily up at him, willing her eyes to shoot daggers. 'Don't come after me, don't come after…' she thought, 'Oh hell, what am I thinking? Come after me, but don't get yourselves killed!'
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"Gabi, Macabre, Jaki, Sirius, Colleen, Trixie, all of you, get over here! You need to rescue Zarya and kick some Finny-gan Arse!" Joanne screamed into the fire. She had cast as many spells as possible, and was currently projecting her head into the fireplaces of all the angels. Flashing through the different scenes surrounding angel's mantels, she witnessed Gabi experimenting with the art of chocolate using Draco as her canvas. Macabre was snogging the hell out of Severus Snape, Jaki was on the road, Sirius and Colleen were upstairs, and Trixie was with Jaki. "Gabi, Macabre, snap out of it and get off the men. No, don't… Gabi, put down that jar of caramel! Draco, you are not helping by doing that with your tongue. What exactly are you doing anyway? Oooh! I'm definitely going to have to try that with Sirius. Err, ahem. Get off of Draco and get moving Gabi!" She scolded, then turned on Macabre. "Interesting method of cleaning teeth Macabre, but we've got more important things to do then watch your dental methods. Get your butt in gear, and get moving! No, no! I didn't say too… Severus Snape! Put that spoon down now and get away from the fireplace! I said-arrrrgh!" Joanne jumped back when he tried to attack her with it. "All right, all right. But it's your fault if Zarya dies!" Macabre sighed and got up, gently removing the offending smooth from Severus' grasp.
"If she's in that much trouble, I guess I should come. So what happened? Did she get dragged off to another jail somewhere?" Macabre asked as she threw flew powder into the fire. She stepped into the roaring flames and called out, "Angel's office!" Severus gave her departing figure one last sorrowful look before sitting down to make more plans for the escapades of ice cream and strawberries to come.
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The situation was briefly explained to oblivious members of the Angels before they apperated to Seamus Finnigan's doorstep. Most of them were vaguely imagining a castle that was overflowing with blood with manacles hanging from the walls. They greeted instead by a large, cheery house sitting on a vast green lawn that was decorated with daisies and fruit trees. Gabi blinked twice and turned to her colleagues. "Maybe there are more then one Seamus Finnigan?"
Jaki rolled her eyes. "In one town? How bloody likely is that? Besides, this is the perfect place for a serial killer's hide out. Totally unbelievable. Come on!" She grabbed Gabi in one hand and Colleen in the other, dragging them toward the front door. She almost knocked. The house had that kind of impression-innocent. Feeling slightly guilty, as if she were barging in uninvited, Jaki pointed her wand at the door and screamed "Alhomera!" nothing happened.
Macabre frowned at the offending door and shook her head. Beckoning the other angels to follow her, she walked over to the window. Jaki nodded approvingly. "Good idea," she complemented her, and pointed her wand at the window. "Alhomera!" she repeated, praying that something would happen this time. Nothing did.
Macabre blinked at her. "Actually, I was thinking of something else. Does anybody here have a mutant purse from hell that ways at least twenty pounds?" She was rewarded with a sack that fit her description exactly. It looked like it had at one point been made of alligator skin. Macabre didn't particularly want to know who was the owner of such an object, and refrained from asking. Instead, she swung it over her head several times. When it had built up some speed, and the other members of Charlie's Angles were stretched out on the ground, taking cover, she let it fly at the window.
CRASH!