i've got this crazy notion

[Deleted]

She’d had too much to drink, as she usually did when she was partying with her friend Charlotte. It was a problem she had no intention of fixing, unless her liver started to complain overly much about it. She was only nineteen so she still had a couple years yet to work on being a stuffy adult who didn’t have fun. Besides, she was an auror in the middle of what was becoming a big fiasco of a war and who knew if she would have the chance to become a stuffy old adult when this was all said and done? That was a depressing thought, so instead she turned it to the task at hand: the asshole trying to sell her a carpet while she was giggling and stumbling back to her flat with her friend. “I’m not buying a bloody carpet,” Iris blurted out before the merchant was finished with his stupid speech about carpets and thread count and something about a treasure from India. She could have misheard that last part, it was a little hard to catch everything that was going on in the world at the moment. “Oh, yes! It is certainly a very bloody carpet,” the man continued eagerly. He apparently couldn’t take a hint. “It has a very bloody history of people killing for it, as it is a magic carpet that flies faster than a broomstick and is a much smoother ride!” That caught Iris’ attention and she began to grin, shaking her friend’s arm. “Char, imagine Oliver’s face when I come at him at the goal on a carpet, for Merlin’s sake! He might drop right out of the air. We could travel to... To... Arabia! Is that a place?” She looked to the guy trying to pawn the carpet, who nodded eagerly. “We could find treasure!” She continued, swaying on her feet. Before she could change her mind, she pulled out her purse and dropped a few galleons and knuts in the man’s hand and snatched the carpet, giggling madly. She could find enough treasure to buy Sir Whiskers a kitty castle with a moat and everything! Then Andrea wouldn’t be picking on her for having a cat. She’d have to bow to King Whiskers in his pretty palace and beg for entrance across the moat! This seemed like a very good idea to her. Then again, so did taking a few more doubles, sitting on the carpet with Charlotte, and jumping off the balcony of her flat.

CHARLOTTE | 420| help

[Deleted]

Now after a hard day full of work, all Charlotte wanted to do was unwind. Most days she did this by going home and crashing head first into her couch. She’d curse and mutter as she got up, and then stumble into her bedroom where she would trip and fall just short of her bed. After an hour of debating if she had the energy to clamber up into it, she’d finally drag herself like a zombie to it and fall asleep soon after. This was her daily ritual and she stuck to it almost religiously. It wasn’t that she liked it, it was just that was how it ended up happening. Every weekend, however, was when her friend Iris would ask if she was still free and then they’d go out and get smashed. Charlotte didn’t drink all week in hopes that that would offset how much she was going to drink that weekend. She knew she was going to. She savored the moment when the alcohol hit her tongue, and she didn’t give two shits if she felt really bad in the morning. This was something she lived for currently. She was only a Trainee and that meant she got the shit hours, the horrible pay, and the awful patients that the higher up people didn’t want. She lived for this, okay? She needed this! She and Iris had partook in their weekend ritual, and were now stumbling their way back to her place. Charlotte had been giggling for no apparent reason the last ten minutes, and if she was sober she would have been annoyed with herself. Instead it just made her laugh harder. There was some little man attempting to sell them something, though he focused mostly on Iris. Iris was more coherent at the moment than Charlotte. A magic... rug? “Treasure!” She crowed. That had caught her attention. “Oh!” She cried and she reached out to grab Iris’s upper arm, mostly to keep herself from pitching forward because she had eagerly leaned too far in front of her to peer at the carpet. “A flying carpet! Ris, that would be amazing! Oh, just picture Oliver, you’re right!” She tittered and then used the leverage by holding her friend’s arm to make herself stand straight again. “Should we buy it? Treasure hunting! That would be a thing to do, wouldn’t it?” When Iris actually bought the thing, Charlotte let out a loud laugh. “We’re going to go fly across to Arabia and find treasure!!” She cried out and the man had promptly disappeared upon getting his fee. She looked around but couldn’t find him, then decided that that didn’t really matter. They had what they wanted! “Or are we going to find Oliver first?” She tugged on her friend’s arm to get her moving again, still chuckling breathlessly. “Are we really going to fly that thing? How does one make a magic carpet fly, anyhow? I have no idea! They don’t exactly teach you that sort of thing at Hogwarts. Education failed us!!” She guffawed and then shook her head. “Aren’t they illegal? Oh my gosh, we’re criminals, Ris!!” She said this in a hushed whisper as she glanced guiltily around to make sure no one was watching them.

IRIS | 547| WE'RE CRIMINALS

[Deleted]

“I’m a well-known and very hardened criminal!” Iris shouted to the sky and cackled maniacally. Fortunately most of the other people stumbling back from Diagon Alley at this point were about as drunk as they were, if not more. “I bought a magic carpet... thing!” She exclaimed and attempted to skip, but she nearly fell over and caught herself by hugging the nearest lamp post before she went down. This struck her as very absurd and she began to giggle to herself while she slowly pulled herself up the pole to get back on her feet. “It’s not a magic carpet,” she tried to stage whisper to her friend, though really it was rather loud. “It’s a shawl!” She wrapped the carpet around her shoulders and stooped like an old woman, hobbling off towards her apartment and cackling. While the hobbling was somewhat for dramatic effect, it was also a direct result of the amount of booze in her system making it hard for her to tell what a straight line was and how, exactly, she was supposed to walk it. “To Arabia!” She screamed, dragging her friend to hobble along behind her. “Up, up, and away! Is that Superman? I think it might be. An Arabian cloak... er, rug probably doesn’t know how to speak superhero anyway.” While they hobbled along giggling like idiots, Iris contemplated sending an owl to the very handsome Quidditch player she’d been on a few dates with. She wondered how he would react to some very intelligible letters that would make complete and utter sense arriving at the school. Or was he out in the city? It was kind of fuzzy. “No, we won’t tell Ollie until... until we work this blasted thing and have some gold to show for it,” she decided, fiddling with her keys underneath the weight of the carpet. She ended up dropping them and bore herself up to her full height, adopting a regal tone. “Pick those up, maid,” she demanded of the carpet and pointed at the keys. When it didn’t budge an inch, she cursed under her breath and tried to pick them up. She kept missing them and laughing about it stupidly until finally they got caught on one of the rings she was wearing and came up with her hand. Giggling madly, she waved her hand around and the ring of keys jingled with it. This entertained her for a few minutes at the very least until she finally jammed it into the door and opened it to let Charlotte stumble in before her. “Get in and take the illegal goods!” She shouted, throwing the carpet at her friend.

CHARLOTTE | 444| what am i even writing???

[Deleted]

Charlotte had a passing thought that perhaps she wasn’t walking a straight line, even though right now it felt like it was. She stared at her feet as she walked along with Iris, a frown on her lips. “Feet are weird,” she announced for no particular reason. She wasn’t even really listening to the conversation Iris was having without her. She nearly fell flat on her face when she leaned too far forward to stare at her toes, and righted herself quickly. That jarred her enough to bring her back to the present. “A shawl!” She exclaimed and laughed, actually folding her arms over her stomach as she guffawed. “You look like my Great Aunt Betsy!” Pausing to debate, she said, “I think everyone has a Great Aunt Betsy. Or they all talk about my Great Aunt Bessy. What if everyone is related to my Great Aunt Betsy!?” That seemed a bit too ridiculous. She didn’t have enough alcohol running through her system to truly believe that, and that was the problem probably. If she had had more shots at the bar she probably would have thought that had made sense. Right now it was just a befuddling bunch of words spewed from her mouth. Iris grasped her and dragged her along, nearly making her fall. Falling was a normal thing in her life, she had come to realize. The quicker she accepted it, the less it would annoy her! So she didn’t much mind when she stumbled into her friend and had to grasp her shoulder to keep her upright. “We’re going to Arabia now!?” She asked in an excited whisper, though it wasn’t much of a whisper at all. She didn’t notice that her voice was actually quite loud. “I’ve always wanted to go to Arabia since I saw Aladdin as a child.” Charlotte watched Iris for a bit, uncaring that they were standing on her front porch for so long. She didn’t mind so much because this whole thing was hilarious to her drunk mind right now. Iris was having such a hard time with the keys that it was comical to just stand back and watch. And try not to fall over backwards as she leaned against the wall next to the door. “Y-you need some hel-- oh, no, you’ve got it,” she muttered as the door opened and she entered before Iris. Giggling, she held out her hands and took the carpet from her. “Don’t talk so loud!” She said though she didn’t try at all to tame her own volume. “Someone is going to come and bust us for having this! Oh my gosh, I can’t go back to Azkaban!” Not that she had ever been there, but it seemed like a good thing to say right about now. She tottered off further into Iris’s living room, glancing around before dumping it onto her couch unceremoniously. “How does one make a magic carpet fly, anyhow? Is it like a broom? Or do I have to sing Arabian Nights to it before it will?”

IRIS | 511| ARABIAN NIIIIIIIGHTS LIKE ARABIAN DAYS

[Deleted]

“I don’t know how to make,” Iris replied crossly but she broke the moment by crossing her eyes while staring too hard at the carpet. Frustrated with trying to think, she closed the door and sat down on the carpet. “Up,” she commanded it authoritatively. “Get up, you bloody thing. By Merlin’s sake if you don’t fly right now I’m going to rip you apart thread by thread. I don’t care if you have a million thread count or whatever that guy said!” When the carpet didn’t move, she tried to grab the edges and jump up with it, hoping the motion would push it into some sort of action, but it only resulted in the bruising of her ass. Thank everything she wasn’t sexually involved with anyone at the moment because that would be a terrible thing to try to explain, especially when she was drunk again and had forgotten how she’d bruised herself in the first place. She would probably make up something that was even worse than that. She didn’t even want to think right now. Iris rolled off the carpet and sighed before trying some foreign words. “Allons-y!” She shouted at her ceiling, sprawled on the floor on her back. “Sesame shakes! Gesundheit! Nicaragua. Errr... Dracula? It’s not working, Char. Damn it, why didn’t we ask for some sort of instruction manual?” Iris jumped up (and almost fell over again) and pulled her way to her alcohol cabinet to find her bottle of vodka. The tequila she usually saved for nights with Lucas. “Charlotte,” she turned to her friend very seriously, “I think we might have to sing Arabian Nights. This is going to be embarrassing, so we should get drunk to power through it.” This, of course, was ignoring the fact that they were both piss-drunk to begin with.

CHARLOTTE | 304| we need to get drunk to sing this song when we're drunk

[Deleted]

Nothing Iris was doing worked! Usually she was the one with all the smart ideas that got them out of trouble... though she was also the person who got them into trouble in the first place. She collapsed onto the floor, ignoring the couch that was only a few steps away, and stared at the carpet as Iris yelled at it. “ARISE, FOUL BEAST,” she yelled a moment later and nearly even surprised herself with the vehemence behind it. That was probably the drink talking. Giggling, she rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Her idea of singing Arabian Nights was starting to sound better and better. Nothing else was working! It would be just like a person to enchant the thing to only fly if you sang that nutty song to it. If Charlotte was making flying carpets, why, she would do the same thing. Yes, the more she thought about it the more it made sense! That simply had to be the way to do it! “Dracula!?” Charlotte cried out and twisted her head so she could stare at her best friend. “Why would it fly by saying Dracula? You’re not even making sense at this point, Ris!” She pushed herself up (a bit too fast, she felt dizzy now and her whole world was spinning) and turned so she could face the carpet. She reached out and smacked it quickly, then pulled her hand back and waited. “My idea didn’t work!” She cried and fell back onto the floor once more. She wasn’t very motivated while she was drunk. The red head didn’t even bother to question her friend’s logic. Instead she pushed herself to her own feet (and almost tumbled onto the couch this time) and held out a hand for more alcohol. “Yes,” she mumbled in a mock serious tone. “I believe this situation is more dire than we first anticipated.” She nodded her head sagely as if she knew exactly what she was talking about (at this point she wasn’t even sure how she was standing upright). More alcohol was probably not going to help them, but it was going to make it so she didn’t remember how stupid they had been in the morning. Unless they ended up accidentally killing each other somehow. “I mean,” she muttered as she took a swig of the drink and felt the burn, a small smile returning to her lips. “I don’t mind singing it so much! I like the song. Mum used to put Aladdin on for us to watch when I was little, it was like a baby sitter to us. Though my brothers still got into trouble, I liked it well enough so I watched it!” She took another drink and swirled it around in her mouth before swallowing it this time. “Arabian Nights might work, yeah! The more I think about it, the clearer it becomes. Maybe... maybe they made the carpet to only function this way!” “What if it only flies while we’re singing it!?”

IRIS | 513| SING TO IT LIKE IT'S YOUR LOVER

[Deleted]

Iris spit out the alcohol she was about to swallow and gave her friend the most horrified look she could muster. That hadn’t occured to her. What if they had to fly through the city singing arabian nights over and over to make the damn thing stay in the air? What kind of evil sunuva... well, alright it was something she would do so she wasn’t surprised someone else out there thought like that. Though seriously, that would be the most embarrassing thing ever. She took a gulp of the vodka and felt the buzz return to her brain. Actually, singing that song didn’t really seem so bad anymore. Of course it could be a bit embarrassing but... She took another swig of the bottle and shrugged her shoulders, passing it back to Charlotte. Now that she thought about it, singing that song wasn’t embarrassing at all. In fact, she loved that song. It was the best song in the universe and she couldn’t figure out why they weren’t singing it at that very moment in time! She cleared her throat and started up, mostly because it seemed like a demon was possessing Charlotte at various inopportune moments and changing her voice. She didn’t know if the carpet would appreciate that during the song. Iris took a deep breath and began belting out the song. “OHHHH I come from a land, from a faraway place where the caravan camels roam, where they cut off your hand if they don’t like your face! It’s barbaric, but hey, it’s home!” Once done with the verse, Iris wobbled and nudged the carpet with her toe. “I don’t think it’s working,” she informed her friend. “You might have to sing too.” If this didn’t work, she was going to unleash Lucas on it and boy would the stupid carpet be sorry then!

CHARLOTTE | 310| what if it is

[Deleted]

Charlotte nearly burst out into peals of laughter when her friend started singing. She hadn’t thought they actually would! She took a gulp of the drink before passing it back, a huge grin in place. This was more interesting than last weekend when they drank too much and ended up playing muggle games the rest of the night. Charlotte had passed out on the dog from Monopoly and it had been imprinted in her forehead. That hadn’t been fun to explain at work when it still hadn’t completely faded by Monday. Was she really going to sing this? Upon taking the bottle back from Iris once she was done, after a long swig was consumed she realized fuck yes she was going to do this. This song was the bomb! Had she said that in awhile? She was pretty sure that phrase wasn’t in style anymore, but oh well. The alcohol was telling her it was a good word! And this was a great plan! Nothing could be bad about this plan! She grinned and sat up, fumbling about to press her knees underneath her body so she could sit atop them. “I’ll sing!” she cried out as she threw her head back. Whoa! Too much momentum; she nearly toppled over backwards to lay sprawled spread eagled. Thankfully her hand shot out and caught her on the edge of Iris’s couch. “I totally got this! This song was like my jam when it first came out!” Was it kind of embarrassing that she knew this song so well by heart? Oh, but who cares. Iris knew it too! “When the wind’s from the east, and the sun’s from the west and the sand in the glass is riiiiiiiight!” She screeched. Charlotte was good at many things, but singing was definitely not one of them. She even tried to do a little high pitch keen on the end of that but she was pretty sure she sounded like a dying cat. The alcohol made her think she sounded amazing though, and that was all that mattered at the moment. “Come on down, stop on by, hop a carpet and flyyyyy to another Arabian niiiiight!!” She finished off by throwing her hands into the air and actually toppling backwards this time, though her laughter made it clear she hadn’t hit her head too hard. She glanced wildly over towards the carpet and frowned harshly. “It’s not flying, Ris. I think this jerk is making a mockery of us! FOOLS! IT THINKS WE’RE FOOLS!” Why was she yelling? No idea.

IRIS | 433| WE SHOULD SING FOR KIDZ BOP

[Deleted]

“I WON’T STAND FOR THIS!” Iris shrieked, promptly toppled over and began to cry. “It’s mocking meeeeeee! Sir Whiskers!” She caught her cat an a bear hug and sneezed into his fur when it tickled her nose. The cat was unappreciative of this gesture, yowled, and forced its way out of her arms to run off to her bedroom. This set Iris wailing again about things such as how her cat had abandoned her and how she wasn’t going to buy him catnip for a straight month. While wailing, Iris managed to reach the bottle of alcohol and took another swig, resuming her crying after she finished her swallow and handed it back to Charlotte. “We’re failures, Charlotte!” Iris hiccuped and wiped some tears off her cheeks. “We can’t even get a stupid carpet to fly by singing at it! If my father were here, he’d sob so hard the rest of his hair would recede into his head.” The thought of her father going completely bald seemed to make Iris go over the edge and she was lost on a fit of sobbing, hiccuping, and sneezing thanks to the cat fur up her nose. After a couple of minutes of bemoaning her fate and crying with Charlotte, Iris found a new determination deep within herself. “I’m going to write Lucas,” she growled, clenching her hand into a fist. “I’ll write to him and he’s going to come here and he’s going to kill this stupid, evil carpet!” if she had been sober, she might have laughed at herself but at the moment she was angry and determined and managed to get herself to her desk to scrawl out a message to her companion in drunken shenanigans. Magic carpet won’t fly. World ending. Send help. I have tequila. Once she finished writing out her message she tied it to her owl’s foot, gave him a treat (or was it a wine cork?) and sent him on his way. “You’re going to regret this, you stupid piece of string and.. and bloody wars and shit!” She pointed at the offending object. “You’re going to regret this so hard you’re going to wish your mother never taught you how to... uh... regret... things!”

CHARLOTTE | 377| oh god

[Deleted]

“Did it have a mother?” She asked rather logically. Oh god, her brain was sneaking back into things! She needed another drink. Reaching weakly for the bottle, she cheered when her fingers wrapped around the neck. “I mean, it is a carpet. Does it have a magic carpet father? A magic carpet sister? A magic carpet girlfriend!?” She jumped to her feet and swayed dangerously, but managed to keep her feet beneath her. “You listen here, you sassy git,” she told the carpet. She even held a finger up to point at it as she spoke. Oh Gods, when did the carpet multiply into three? She blinked hard and then it righted itself. Oh good. She was scared it had called in reinforcements. They would have been screwed! They probably knew some weird magic carpet jiu jitsu. “I will find your girlfriend and I... I will... I will fray her edges!!” She stumbled a little and managed to fall back onto the couch. “Don’t think I won’t! I’ll find her! I will!” She took another swig of the drink and then held it out for Iris. She probably needed it more. She had cat hair up her nose and tear tracks down her face. They probably both looked a little worse for wear. “Do you think he’ll come straight away?” She asked Iris. She was hoping Lucas would be able to figure things out. She was rather disappointed she wouldn’t be able to fly on the magic carpet like she’d been hoping. Oliver would have been so surprised! It would have been a right hoot to watch everyone freak out over them having one. They hadn’t even paid that much considering what it was either! “This is a really important matter to be attended to,” she said loudly and waved her hands around as if that would help to assist in showing how big this whole thing was. “He has to come soon, right?” “Oh Gods!” Her hands flew to her mouth and her eyes grew wide. “What if he has backup!?” She stage whispered. “What if the carpets get him first?” She shook her head. “No, that’s stupid,” she said and then chuckled to herself. “They wouldn’t know where we are so quick.” Yeah, because that was what was stupid about her previous statement. She needed another drink. Or two.

IRIS | 395| THE CARPETS ARE PLANNING WORLD DOMINATION

[LUCAS DONOVAN CAIN MULCIBER]

Lucas was, in all honesty, was having almost as much fun with his alcoholism as the girls were tonight. He had decided that staying cooped up at Hogwarts was not the way he wished to live – he was a Mulciber! No castle would a Mulciber keep if the Mulciber deemed it not to be so! Or something. Honestly he’d forgotten about half of his personal arguments for doing this hours ago. Severus was going to skin him, and not in any of the fun ways, either. Looking mulishly down at the Death Eater grunt whose brains may or may not be what was leaking out of his ear, Lucas huffed. A man couldn’t even get drunk without Voldemort’s loyal toe-lickers bollocksing things up. He’d been enjoying an excellent drinking game with some Irish Quidditch players and had been about one flirtation off of taking three of them upstairs to room 394 for some poltergeist action when this idiot and three of his buddies decided to storm into the Leaky Cauldron and stir up shit. Now there were overturned tables, a couple smashed chairs, and the Prophet proclaimed ‘Hero of Hogsmeade’ with his boot on a Death Eater’s back and a bottle of Jack in one hand barking at old Tom to call in the Aurors for clean up duty. ”I arrested them!” He announced, though the sheer amount of chains wrapping the two most-likely still alive Death Eaters up was probably more than a little excessive. One of the less-likely to still be alive Death Eaters had gotten hogtied at some point and the Quidditch boys had seen fit to use him as a piñata. Lucas still wasn’t sure if that was funny or fucking hilarious yet, but he would get there. As Tom summoned the required aurors for fixing up his poor pub, Lucas took another swig of Jack just as an owl cam flapping in with a wine cork in his mouth. Despite himself, and despite recognizing the poor animal, Lucas burst out laughing and pointed, ”Now that’s my kind of bird!” Earning himself some raucous laughter from the players as he was hit in the face by the bird’s note. Iris’ owl had serious attitude problems, considering he also chose to drop the cork on the head of the loudest laugher. Shaking his head, Lucas flipped open the note and stared. Two more shots of Jack and it still said the same thing. Well then. That sounded potentially serious. The Elders wouldn’t be too pleased with him if he went and let the world end because he didn’t understand what a magic carpet had to do with it. Not to mention, there was tequila involved. With a shrug, Lucas pocketed the note, gave his bottle of Jack to the least cute of the trio he’d been planning to enjoy later on, snogged the prettiest shamelessly and got tugged into one with the third before he slipped out and made his way to Iris’ flat. Stairs were a surprisingly tricky adversary for a moment, but after a good glare they behaved themselves and stopped trying to imitate Hogwarts. At Iris’ door, Lucas knocked and then decided that if the world was ending, politeness could hang itself. Stepping back, Lucas levelled a kick beneath the door jam that made the whole door splinter. A second kick, and it flew open to reveal two very drunk young women and a rather shabby old Persian rug that had clearly lost its value a long time ago. Looking around, he saw no immediate threats, so he looked to Iris and narrowed his eyes. ”World is ending? How? I see no werewolves or vampires here. Or Muggle weapons of mass destruction. Please tell me you don’t have a bomb under that carpet. You do not need a bomb Iris Wolfe.”

IRIS - CHAR - ALUCIO | 637 WORDS |

[Deleted]

The sound of the door being broken into a couple of pieces comforted Iris in her drunk state, for she knew that it meant Lucas had found his way over and she patted Charlotte on the back. “Oh he’s here alright.” She wondered if her poor owl was flying around looking for a new owner or if he’d decided it was probably safest to stay away from the flat for the night. He usually took off whenever Lucas made an appearance and really she couldn’t blame him. Besides, it kept them from sending stupid little drunken notes to people they thought were cute. “Lucas!” She exclaimed when he stormed into the room. “I think you’ve got a bit of blood on your neck, were you killing things again? Anyway!” She lurched over to the alcohol cabinet and brought out the bottle of tequila, tossing it to him. If he dropped it, she could always use that handy spell to fix it. What was it again? That wasn’t the point. Once her task of fueling him with booze was complete, she pointed to the offending object on her floor. “This piece of shit bloody magic carpet won’t work,” she informed him. “I’ve shouted every foreign word I know at it, we’ve sung to it and rolled around with it but the damned thing stubbornly resists us.” She paused for a moment and looked at it. “Open sesame?” Nothing happened. “See? I’ve exhausted my repertoire of... of things to say and we’ve been chattering like two housewives in here.” Iris brought her voice down an octave and glanced around her flat suspiciously. “Maybe it’s an envoy of... of the dark lord,” she whispered. “Maybe we need to torture it to get answers out of it. Or maybe we need to cast the imperius curse on it to make it do whatever we want it to.” Iris was getting to the point where if she continued drinking, anything would make sense and she’d probably end up rolling around her flat screaming about demons. However she was a bit away from that point and could still stand and explain the crazy things that were making their way into her mind. She was most likely going to regret this in the morning, but after a day or two it would become a hilarious story they could all laugh about.

CHARLOTTE, LUCAS, ALUCIO | 377| absolutely nutters

[Deleted]

Charlotte was a bit blown away, and too stunned to speak after Iris’s door was kicked in. Was this how Lucas always acted while drunk? Charlotte and Iris did crazy things, but never anything quite so... well... violent! She stumbled to her feet and then had to lean forward, placing her hands on her knees and breathing deeply. Yup. She had to stop drinking; she was starting to feel a bit too wobbly and dizzy. No more drink for her tonight!  “The point is,” Charlotte said when she had gotten herself together, “that we can’t get this magic carpet to work! The man who sold it to us, he, well, he said that it was a magic carpet and you know...” She had a point to this rambling speech, she did. She just couldn’t quite remember it in the haze that was her mind. “We want it to fly,” she finished it a half pouting, half whining voice. “Iris said you’d know what to do!” She glanced back over at the carpet and actually stuck her tongue out at it. If it was going to be childish by not working, then she could be equally so! She didn’t mind so much, really. It was the drink that was making her think it was completely rational and sane to do silly things at a piece of decoration. “Perhaps we have to speak Arabian to it,” she finally piped up with a moment later. “If that’s the case then that’s a no go. I don’t know a word of it!” She knew some Finnish (at least she thinks that’s what it is; some old man taught it to her a year ago at work) but Arabic was out of the question. She had never even thought to learn French or Spanish, for crying out loud! Maybe Iris knew Arabic. Iris knew a lot of pointless things you didn’t need in day-to-day life.

You all know who you are | 326| ---

[LUCAS DONOVAN CAIN MULCIBER]

Lucas didn’t even bother to check his neck when Iris pointed out there was blood on it – he would care later, right now, the world was ending. Or something – that was a flying tequila bottle. Without even thinking about it, Lucas flashed his hand out and caught it before the precious amber liquid could make a horrible and glass scattered introduction to Iris’ floor. He gave Iris a bit of a glare for tossing it, even as he twisted the cap off and took a shot straight from it in salute. She was off on about something – broken carpet, apparently. Well no shit, Sherlock, the damn rug looked like it was old enough to have been Mehmed’s freaking dog throw. ”Open what? Iris for Merlin’s sake – “ he began, before she popped up with a theory that had him wondering if she’d done a little bit more than take the piss. ”What are you on and who sold it to you?” Lucas asked flatly, eying her and her mad scheme of torturing threadbare carpets that had long since passed their glory days. Charlotte piped up then, drawing his attention, and suddenly shit made sense. ”You don’t say shit to get a carpet to fly girls,” Lucas stated, bemused as he set down his tequila and picked up the rug. ”All you gotta do, is make it fly! Toss her up and off you go!” He tossed the rug, then stared as it fluttered uselessly back to the ground. ”Huh. Levitation spells must be rusty. Could need a kickstart,” He mused, grabbing the rug up and stepping over to the window. It didn’t occur to him to see who was down below – after all, he’d be flying out of here – but he did look back at the girls and say ”Tally ho then!” right before he tossed the carpet out the window and jumped after it. His feet landed solidly on the threadbare rug and all was well – except for the fact there were no levitation charms. There was a split second of registration for Lucas, right before he was tumbling groundward. Lucas attempted in vain, during his short drop, to position himself in a manner that wouldn’t break his legs, when all came to a crashing end. There was a very odd cry that Lucas didn’t quite register until he realized how oddly minimal his pain was. And how soft and lumpy the street was. Shifting a bit, Lucas realized there was a human underneath him. Huh. That explained the sound. And the lumps. Nabbing the carpet, Lucas pulled it back to see a most shocking face indeed. ”Alucio?” Lucas asked almost childishly, before grinning widely and flopping the carpet back over the winded man’s face. Rolling off the Ravenclaw, Lucas took the carpet and pushed, rolling Alucio up in it before taking a seat on it and looking up toward Iris’ second floor window. ”This carpet is magic girls!” he shouted toward them. ”It summons pretty men to catch you when you fall!” The grin Lucas wore was absolutely cheeky as he crowed, ”Care to give it a go Iris? You could use a good shag!”

IRIS - CHAR - ALUCIO | 527 WORDS | DYING

[Deleted]

Alucio had spent the last few days working hard. He had been off in a smaller part of England, on the search for his next project. The little trip had been successful if not difficult, but then again he had always enjoyed a good challenge. Feeling exhausted the Ravenclaw wanted to do nothing more, than go home and feel a warm bed beneath him. Alucio felt drowsy at the thought alone, his backpack clearly visible on his back as he walked. A yawn escaped him as he walked the street along Diagon Alley, lost in his thoughts and thinking about what other things he had to do this week. And making a mental note to catch up with Lucas when he had time, which these days felt rare.

That was when a familiar voice broke his thoughts, making the Ravenclaw pull away from his thoughts? Lucas? Surely that wasn’t Lucas speaking? No, no he was certainly hearing things. Right? Shaking his head and telling himself that he was simply tired, Alucio continued to walk. That was until someone shouting broke him from his thoughts; confusion came over him as Alucio glanced around him. That was until he felt something come crashing down on him, which made him cry out in shock. Soon enough he was met with darkness beneath whatever had landed on him, which Alucio naturally began to struggle under. He attempted to cry out from beneath the object, before his nostrils filled with air.

The face he was met with made Alucio stare back in confusion. Lucas? So, it really had been Lucas who had shouted earlier. When his name passed his friend’s lips, he stared back in confusion for a moment. Still winded though Alucio found it difficult to speak and was soon met with darkness again. After a few moments he regained some air and cried out to stop Lucas doing said action, but it was too late for that. Great, so Lucas was drunk too. Fabulous. Once again he struggled but soon found himself crushed against what he had roughly worked out as some piece of cloth of some nature.

“Lucas let me out of here.”

Alucio said as he finally found himself able to speak, he continued to struggle under his friend’s weight feeling irritated by the situation. Upon hearing the pretty men comment, Alucio went silent though and resisted saying anything. Instead he sighed deeply and listened to the conversation around him, wondering who on earth Lucas was shouting too. Ignoring the shag comment and the mild twinge of jealousy that came over him at those words. Why did he always get himself in to these situations? Really?