In Fur and Finery

Written for the Toilet Dreams and Leaf Machines event on Morsmordre.

Now that Gellert Grindelwald had plenty of toilet paper to stuff in his bra, he decided he needed some new clothes to make himself feel even prettier. To start, he would need more bras, of course, and a couple of nighties for evening comfort.

This task was given to Credence and Abernathy, who were whisked away by their master despite Abernathy's insistence that he needed to stay home and feed the chupacabras.

"The chupacabras can fend for themselves," Grindelwald said casually, shoving the pair of wizards through the door at Victoria's Secret. "They'll just nibble on miss Goldstein's fingers for a while. I'm sure she won't mind."

"You mean like miss Carrow?" Credence asked, remembering the time he walked in on her nibbling Grimmson's ankle.

"Precisely," Grindelwald said, patting the boy on the back. "Now, let us see what they have in stock. I'm hoping for something sensual, preferably with black lace."

Credence stumbled through the door, his face blushing six shades of red when he saw the mannequins in lingerie. Everywhere he looked there was sexy clothing. And although it would be nice to see Nagini in some skimpy outfit, he felt ready to melt from embarrassment.

So he did, becoming a puddle of blackened goo on the floor.

Grindelwald looked over at him and sighed, rolling his mismatched eyes and leaving behind a "wet floor" sign. "We'll collect him on our way back," he told Abernathy. "Move along!"

Abernathy heaved a great sigh, walking the isles with his master. This was incredibly boring. Most men didn't even want to spend the day shopping, but Grindelwald wasn't like most men. And so Abernathy started looking for a way to entertain himself.

He plucked a bra off the nearest mannequin and grinned. "Slingshot!" he yelled at the top of his voice, spinning in a circle and firing the bra across the store.

The article of clothing went sailing through the air, smacking Grindelwald in the face just as he turned around. As if that weren't enough, the dark fabric clashed horribly with his pale skin, one strap wrapping around his head, the other dangling from his ear.

"Dammit," Abernathy swore. He had to think fast, or else this had the potential to go downhill rather quickly. "Do you like it, sir?" he called out, his master giving him the grumpy kitty face.

Grindelwald eyed the bra, taking the strap between his fingers and examining it carefully. "I don't require an underwire, Abernathy. This isn't even my size," he said, flicking the bra across the isle. "Pay attention, man! I need something a bit more delicate, something that compliments my figure."

"Right." Abernathy looked at the rows and rows of expensive clothing, then watched as his master darted off into the fitting room, carrying a load of nighties and silk stockings.

This was going to take a while.