Interlude - Part Two
Everyone Has a Bad Day.
Isobel sat curled up on a couch, her feet tucked up next to her and leaning over an arm. A book in hand, she was lost in the story as the far door swung open and Alastor slunk in looking rather tired and perturbed. He slammed the door behind him and with heavy footfalls, he walked to the couch and sank to his knees in front of it. Then with a thud, he planted face first down on a pillow.
"Rough day?" Isobel asked as she continued to read.
He began ranting, however it was all muffled by the pillow so Isobel understood none of it, though it was accompanied by plenty of static, pops, and radio feedback.
"That bad, huh?" Isobel turned a page.
Alastor turned his head to the side, his deranged smile lighted bright green and his eyes wild.
"I'm going to kill them all," he said.
"You could do that," Isobel agreed. "But what would it get you?"
With a sigh he sat down, his back resting against the couch. "Peace," he said darkly.
Isobel laughed, closing her book. "And what are you going to do with that? You'd be bored out of your mind before the day was out."
"Hmm." He couldn't argue.
Isobel sifted over, throwing a leg to either as she sat behind him.
"Luckily for you," she said. "I know exactly what you need."
A few minutes later Charlie barreled into the room. She was in such a state, only thinking of her mission at hand, she did not bother to knock.
"Alastor, I think we need to…" She stopped abruptly as she heard the sound of Alastor's heavy panting and groans. A look of horror covered her face as she wasn't sure what she was seeing.
Still on the couch both Alastor and Isobel glared back at her frozen. Isobel's hands were buried at the base of each erect deer ear fixed in mid-scratch.
"Do you mind?" Alastor growled.
Charlie put her hands up and slowly backed out the door.