Beautiful Lies
A flourish of white and black spun before his eyes, wrapped in lace and dancing elegantly with each subtle movement. It was nice, Credence thought. Soft in all the right places. Fabric layered in neat little rows, creating a ruffle that fanned over the wearer's backside. But why in the name of all that was good and holy in Merlin's beard was Gellert Grindelwald dressed in a French maid's outfit?
The Obscurial lowered his head, blushing and backing away from the dark wizard. He didn't want to see this. Merlin, he didn't want to see this.
"Aurelius," Grindelwald crooned sweetly, bending over and waving his barely concealed fanny in the air. "Does this make me look fat?"
Oh, dear Merlin, he was wearing black lacy panties.
"Uhh..." Credence lifted his chin off his chest, his flush deepening when he caught a glimpse of Grindelwald's backside. He barely had time to formulate an answer before the dark wizard spun around, lifting a hand and motioning towards the right side of his face.
"What do you think? Does this bring out the color of my eye?" Grindelwald motioned to his other eye, leaning back and batting his eyelashes at the Obscurial. "What about this one?"
"It looks...nice," Credence mumbled, wishing he was anywhere but here. "I think he'll like it."
Grindelwald squealed with delight, leaping and clapping like a caffeinated seal. "Bring me the Muggle!" he roared, turning and hollering at the witch outside the door.
The sound of footsteps retreated down the hall, only to return a moment later as Jacob Kowalski was ushered into the room.
Grindelwald approached Jacob in his French maid outfit, ruffles and fabric softly swishing with each step. He then leaned forward and inhaled deeply, breathing in the delicious aroma of freshly baked pastries wafting from the tray in Jacob's hands.
"This is good," said Grindelwald, a sinister grin stretching the corners of his lips. "When Albus sees these delectable cupcakes, he'll have no choice but to come crawling back to me. But remember what I told you, Aurelius," he added, his mismatched eyes rolling towards the trembling Obscurial. "This is our little secret. Albus doesn't need to know that I'm incapable of baking a decent batch of cupcakes."
Credence glanced at the unfortunate Muggle, wishing with all his heart that he hadn't gotten mixed up in this in the first place. He thought he could make a difference. He thought it would be for the greater good, as Grindelwald often stated. But all he'd done since he got here was help him pick out his clothes.