A/N: Yes hello again, tis an update - you all excited for Christmas? Scabior and Mia will be spending it together. Wander how it will all go...
"Woah-ho-hoooh!" Scabior yelled, shooting Mia a surprised glare and striding over to Q. "It's a shame, cause you weren't bad, but I ain't havin' any snatcher who gets beat up by a girl with tied 'ands. It's fucking disgraceful." And with that, Scabior raised his wand and spat, "Avada Kedavra!" Then he clutched the side of his neck and scowled.
"Bloody Tattoo." He muttered, and looked at Mia.
"What?" She breathed, giving him her best incredulous look.
"Impressive." He commented, and raised a hand to the ever-restless group behind him.
"Thanks." She hissed, her lip curling up slightly without meaning to.
He let his eyes linger on hers for a moment and then he spun around and flung his arms wide, "Pub?" He yelled.
"Pub!" They cooed back, like a chorus of overgrown wolves learning that they were about to get their first meal in a month.
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"Got quite a gatherin' 'ere, ain't ya, Tom?" Scabior said, approaching the bar and eyeing the scattered crowd which could have amounted to ten, if you were counting generously.
Tom stepped back sensibly, watching apprehensively as Greyback led Mia and four other men to the darkest corner of the room.
"I don't want any trouble, Scabior." He said, holding his hands up, one of which was holding a cloth and a mug.
"Seven whiskies, Tom." Scabior told him, gesturing to their table at the back.
He loped over to their table and squeezed in beside Mia, who sat next to a nameless man who sat next to Greyback, next to three other men. Tom handed them their drinks and walked off, not making eye contact with any of them.
"I look fucking ridiculous." Mia muttered in what she thought was out of ear shot. She was of course referring to the clothes she was wearing. Since half of hers had been ripped off, Scabior had lent her a bomber jacket and a pair of jeans which slid down at every opportunity.
They were in God knows where, clustered around a round, wooden table in an unusually dark wizard pub. Mia hadn't seen the sign but she guessed it to be the Leaky Cauldron. The only light seemed to be coming from a set of two or three candles on each table and a few floating across the ceiling. The three on their table flickered ominously, setting each of their seven faces into sinister shapes.
"Drink." Greyback growled, and no one but Scabior dared disobey him, so they all took a gulp from the glasses and set them back on the table. Instead, Scabior took his drink and waved it under Mia's nose.
"No...thanks." She managed, trying to ignore the burning sting as it wafted towards her brain. Whiskey was one of her favourite escapes from the stress of everyday life. She didn't drink it often, but when she had, she did it hard. But inhibited senses was not the most sensible thing to aim for right now.
"It wasn't a fucking request." He said in a calculated tone. "Drink it." His arm lingering over her chest.
"Fine." She whispered, her cheeks colouring slightly as she pushed his arm away and reached for her own glass. She took one gulp and then another and it was gone. She compared it to the strongest whiskey she'd drunk and realised it was nowhere near. She blushed and swallowed her burning spit, trying not to cough.
"It's Firewhiskey." He said, downing his own drink without batting an eyelid. Mia silently wondered if he started drinking as a child. Probably.
Mia closed her eyes.
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"And then 'e said, 'So I made sure I fucked the one that was coughin'" Scabior yelled in Mia's ear and the whole table burst into laughter. One of them, she thought his name was Douglas, fell off the end of the table. Mia hadn't drunk anymore, but there was a still a fuzzy outline to her vision. It was around two hours into the evening and whilst Mia had been worrying about Alice, Scabior's hand had been comfortably resting on her thigh. His fingers danced lightly over her baggy jeans, making her legs spasm away from him. She got the impression this was the exact reaction he was after.
"Wanna go upstairs?" He murmured in her ear, squeezing her leg.
"Not...fucking...really." She ground out through gritted teeth. Her attempts to push his arm away was so futile that she'd stopped trying. He was so much stronger than her.
"Oh look," Scabior brought his hand up with a spider on the back, "D'you like spiders?"
Out of habit, and her slight arachnophobia, Mia squealed and jumped up. Scabior used his left hand to shove her down, and his right hand to drop the spider in her hair. She shrieked and waved her hands through her hair, dispelling the spider, which landed in the far distance, and slapping the man to her left, who she thought was called Johnny. Johnny's fist shot out past her and nailed Scabior in the temple. And then they were all up and shouting and drinks were flying and Mia got hit with a glass. She staggered before slipping underneath the table, clutching her head. No one was sitting down anymore and Tom had hidden underneath the bar.
Mia crawled unnoticed around a wooden divider and over to the front door. She pushed it open with a bloody hand and exited on all fours. Back upright, she gazed into the golden lit window, silhouetted with six men and a werewolf throwing chairs and tables through walls. Mia had often imagined what magical people would be like, if they would be as considerate, kind and warm as muggles. Because if they were then she was screwed. Back in her little village, if she knocked on a door with blood on her hands she would have some sort of butter knife or rolling pin in her face. But anything was better than taking her chances with these psychos.
"Hah!" A breathy rasp came from the doorway, catching her before her great escape, "There you are." Scabior grinned, blood staining his teeth. The shouting inside had died down a little, indicating that someone had been knocked unconscious. Hopefully Greyback.
"Ah, shit." She whispered, and bolted in the opposite direction.
"Wait up!" He laughed, and stumbled after her. Alcohol had slowed down his reflexes a little, but the it had also numbed the pain in his leg from a bottle end. He felt like running all night.
Mia suddenly felt like shouting something back, but she didn't want to waste any valuable breath. She wasn't the fittest of girls and the jeans she had on were nearly at her toes.
The street twisted this way and that, up and down in ridiculously angled slopes. Of course they didn't have steam rollers over here, she thought, but they did have fucking magic. No excuse for such a shit street. Mia chuckled at her own inner monologue for a split second and tripped over a loose slate. Just like the movies, she went flying for a few metres and her wrists took the impact of the fall. She skidded to a halt abruptly, her head flopping onto the ground as her brain tried to process the results. She dizzily got to her feet and managed another two metres before something like a truck bombed into her from behind. As they flew through the air and rolled over each other, Mia realised that Scabior had tackled her at full pelt. But as he drunkenly tried to pin her injured arms to the ground, she thought that he was not perhaps sober enough to catch her gracefully.
"Bah Humbug." He said, plonking himself down on her stomach and forcefully emptying her of all breath. He used one hand to stroke her hair while she tried to push him off. She remembered when her brother had sat on top of her before she'd tickled him off again. But he was only 5 stone back then. Scabior must have been around 13.
"I can't breathe." Mia gasped, trying to slap him in the face but her hand being a few inches short.
"Good." He smiled
A/N: The joke towards the end is from Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels which stars Nick Moran (AKA FUCKIN SCABIOR) and, Yes i was drunk when i wrote some of it, can you tell? hahahahHAHAAHH. Please don't tell me. Hang tight for the next update, it can't be far away...