Choirs In My Head Sing No

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And my heart is a hollow plane For the devil to dance again But the room is too quiet Oh oh oh I was looking for the breath of a life A little touch of a heavenly life But all the choirs in my head sang No, oh oh open words ### heads up kiddies. the party has arrived

The truly fantastic thing about people was that it was incredibly easy for them to make themselves completely unrecognizable. Barty considered himself an absolute savant with this particular skillset - he had the ability to grow the most magnificient facial hair and, with the right trimming, could render his face completely new and impossible to pinpoint as a man from a wanted poster, let alone a man who had been completely unknown to wizarding society and whom the Ministry of Magic had deemed among the soulless dead two years ago. Add that to a hair extension charm, a few piercings and the ample application of leather and you had a completely different man - one Desmond Krist, to be exact. For the past two years, Barty had perfected the alias, the persona, the charisma of Krist. Oh it was all a bit of a lark, really, but what wasn't? He had revealed himself to the traitors and the meek, the fallen and the few, so terribly few who could count themselves as proud. Now it was time to enjoy himself - to bask in the homeland and prepare for all the coming games. Werewolf hunting was now legalized, which had caused a considerable outrage already - so, naturally, now would be a perfect time for Krist to show up and start snooping around. He was, after all, a freelance hunter - Barty hadn't really gotten into the whole 'gainful employment' schtick during the past two years, but he had found ways to pad the pockets. Strolling through Diagon Alley was like walking through towns on the outskirts of Chernobyl. The vast majority of buildings were boarded up, people walked in subdued, hurried silence. It was a place of whispers and ghosts and it was - in truth, it wasn't fun. This would be much more lovely if it was the muggle side of London. Oppressing the wizarding community wasn't the purpose - though of course, Barty did understand it was a necessity. First, an iron will had to be exuded. Then, control would lead to unity, which would lead to ultimate success. There was, however, a beautifully bright and garish challenge to the norm. Shining with success amid the darkness was, of all things, a joke shop. Oh this was something Barty could full appreciate and understand, but the irony was somewhat beautiful to him. Too beautiful to ignore, certainly. Striding boldly into the wizarding joke shop, Barty looked around with a subtly pleased gaze. Desmond Krist - he had to remember he was Desmond, not himself - not that it was overly difficult, though the sight of so much frivolity was positively glee inspiring. Perusing the shelves at leisure, it didn't take Barty long to discover the pygmies. Reaching in among them, he plucked out a particularly purple puff to examine. He was just about to set it back in when the little bastard jumped off, and Barty had to make a dive for it. Knocking over a display, Barty ended up sprawled beneath a pile of skiving snackboxes with an escaped pygmy captured under his hands. Well. At least he caught the little blighter.

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Eliss had long since decided that she spoiled her daughter. She was easily the most spoiled little girl in all of England, and Eliss didn't mind it one bit. She loved buying her little one things, because it made her happy. When Anabel was happy, their whole house was filled with the warmth of a child's glee. Even with her and Judas's next child three months on the way, Eliss still made sure she was able to keep her daughter as happy as could be. The girl was merely two years of age, so thankfully it was still relatively easy to keep her entertained. The arching of her belly was usually the center of her daughters attention for right now. Eliss had spent a long day at the Ministry of Magic. The topic of her continuing to work there during her pregnancy period was a touchy one between her and Judas, her husband. A soft sigh escaped her as she glanced around at the other people passing by; she knew he only meant to try and protect her. But that was her job. She was the auror and therefore trained to protect. It pained her to see this war going on, and to see how very little she would be able to do about it in the coming months.

It was lovely to see this part of London. Being a muggleborn witch, Eliss felt very relaxed and at home here. Her duties as an auror had definitely opened her eyes on many issues, but one thing she never quite grasped was how much some wizards hated muggles and muggle borns. Eliss, personally, was not capable of such a hate. It was hard for her to even stay mad at Judas when he insisted she stop working. Her sugar sweet little mind often had trouble wrapping around the emotion of hatred; it seemed so petty, yet it still caused wars. And often times, it killed.

Eliss's mood was about to become quite dull, but her blue gaze rested upon a store filled with things that would make Anabel squeal with delight. Smiling, the middle aged witch took a stop inside the joke store, finding most of the items entertaining herself. There were people of all ages inside here, and it made her happy to see a smile on the grand majority of their faces. Times were dark, but little places like this kept people from succumbing to the evil that was poisoning their home.

Finding a contraption she was sure would please Anabel, Eliss felt the brush of something against her shoulder. Startled, she jumped back slightly as a display came toppling to the ground. Looking around to see what had caused such a ruckus, Eliss landed her eyes on a man who had got his hands on a pygmy. The sight was amusing, but Eliss wasn't so rude as to laugh at him. She knelt down best she could and gave him a gentle smile and offered a hand to help him up. Are you alright?

If the man accepted her extended hand, she'd probably just kneel right back down and start cleaning up the mess. If there was one habit that being a mother of a toddler gave her, it was constantly cleaning. It wasn't even a real pain anymore like it had been before she had Anabel. Eliss gave a soft chuckle and mused, I think those Pygmies are quite adorable.

Perhaps that is what she should buy Anabel. The poor thing was rarely ever with both her parents at the same time since both she and Judas worked. It would keep her company and also be a cute little pet for her to take care of. Speaking of pets, it had always been something she and Judas played about, but Eliss was half serious when she recommended they get a pet unicorn.

Lyrics from Turning Tables by Adele. Picture by Aurora. Table by (( Aurora !! of Caution 2.0.

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And my heart is a hollow plane For the devil to dance again But the room is too quiet Oh oh oh I was looking for the breath of a life A little touch of a heavenly life But all the choirs in my head sang No, oh oh open words ### heads up kiddies. the party has arrived

Barty was just thinking that the wiggling little furball in his grip was going to get popped like a pimple if it didn’t calm down when an airy little voice drifted down from the heavens. Or rather, from the pretty lass crouched above him in his pile of boxes and merchandise. He would have taken her hand gladly, but for the fact he had a wiggling butt clutched in his fingers and he’d rather not have to dive for it again. So, rather than insult her by scorning her outstretched hand, Barty rolled onto his back and grinned up at her. Holding his arms up to show they were occupied with puffball, he replied brightly, “Just dandy ma’am, though this mite may just disagree on that!” With a hearty chuckle, Barty rocked a bit until he was able to pull himself up. Bit of a strain on the abdominal muscles that, but it probably looked good. That was alright then. Grunting a bit, he got his knees under him and shoved himself up, dancing over the boxes to drop the little runaway back in with his pals. Bloody blighter had the gall to squeak at him. Like it thought it was cute or something. Little shit. Shaking his head in genuine amusement, Barty moved swiftly to rejoin the lady and begin flicking the debris back onto the display with his wand. After moment, he held his hand out to her, still grinning, not a hint of shame about him for his little accident. “Desmond Krist,” He introduced, dodging a bit to the side to avoid the glance of a red haired proprietor, just in case knocking over the boxes was about to cost him anything – he wasn’t about to pay for the mess, which was why he was damn well cleaning it. "Resident runaway pygmy patrol," He added with a cheeky smile. That was pure bullshit, but hey - he had caught the critter. Had to account for something, even if it was just bad jokes.

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The fallen man seemed to be in good enough spirits despite his trip to the floor. Eliss relaxed a little, having been on guard and prepared for any possible, grumpy remarks of embarrassment. She mused softly as the man rolled onto his backside and grinned goofily up at her. Silly people made her happy.She herself could be quite silly, but being both an expectant mother and a working witch usually prevented her from acting in such childish ways. She saved that for play time with her daughter.

Good, I was afraid you might of injured yourself, Eliss said, smirking at the fluffy rear end sticking up from the man's fist. She straightened up stiffly, noticing each day how the swelling of her stomach was making it much more difficult to bend and move. While it wasn't large enough to be an issue yet, Eliss still was used to being relatively thin and lean. She still, when looking from behind, didn't look pregnant. And the coat she was wearing at the moment masked it a little bit, but it was still somewhat plain that she either had a decent sized belly, or was with child.

Eliss stepped back as the man rolled onto his feet once more, and then took out her own wand and began to help him clean the mess. Again, it was merely natural to her now to clean up after people. She was sure he was perfectly capable of cleaning his own mess, but it felt weird for her to just stand idle while he worked. As they finished, he extended his hand in greeting, so Eliss accepted it in her smaller sized one and introduced herself softly in return, Eliss Holt, pleasure to meet you.

She giggled a little as he teased with a clearly fake job description. It was a charming little joke. Eliss smiled, dimples on display, I just may take that little critter off your hands; my little girl has been bugging me for weeks for a pet of some sort. Even though the Holt's did have a cat, which was Eliss's, it tended to be brash to everyone except Eliss. Often times that frustrated the little toddler and worked her up into a pout. A pygmy might get eaten and or violently chased after by a cat, however...perhaps she'd need something a little larger. And a little less mischievous; Eliss couldn't handle too much havoc in her household.

Lyrics from Turning Tables by Adele. Picture by Aurora. Table by (( Aurora !! of Caution 2.0.

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And my heart is a hollow plane For the devil to dance again But the room is too quiet Oh oh oh I was looking for the breath of a life A little touch of a heavenly life But all the choirs in my head sang No, oh oh open words ### heads up kiddies. the party has arrived

Barty couldn't help but laugh. Remembering his persona kept him from being too boisterous about it, but the idea a bunch of snack boxes and a runaway piece of living fluff could cause him harm was simply too outrageous. "Oh hardly ma'am!" He assured her with a smile that flashed a little too much teeth. "It'll take more than a wayward pygmy to wound my pride, let alone these old bones," he informed her with a jaunty wink, even as he set the beastie in question back amongst its fellows. Now that he was upright and a bit more aware of himself, Barty found the source of this particular woman's bright faced shine. There was something about pregnancy that added considerable beauty to the face of a woman. So long as you didn't look too far south, you'd easily be convinced you were talking to Venus herself. Course, once the eyes traveled to the globe of her belly, all bets were off. Not even Barty would mess with a pregnant woman. After shaking Miss - or perhaps, all belly considered, Missus - Holt's hand, Barty flashed another smile as he set about cleaning up after himself. He could only too easily imagine Narcissa's dulcet tones raising in outrage at the notion he left a pregnant woman to carry on behind him and fix his messes. Oh dear, no. He couldn't have that. At the mention of a second munchkin, Barty found himself looking about for the girl in question, though he couldn't see one in the near vicinity. Looking back to her, he asked curiously, "How old is your daughter? Pygmy's are a bit small for wee ones I should think." It was only too easy to imagine a toddler trying to eat one of the little furballs - not to mention the likelihood of losing it. They were more a teen's pet than an child's, really.

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