outside sparks

Khaat was late to Sparks. She'd overslept. She'd been late at St. Mungos the night before, stopped home long enough to catch a couple hours of sleep--just enough to be really cranky, and had gotten up again and headed off to Sparks before having to check in at St. Mungos again. This was going to get old fast. She sensed her baby didn't like being up all night and then all day again. Khaat couldn't blame her. She didn't like it either.

She had a wad full of cash in her shoulder tote to take into Sparks for change that day, so she cut through the alley beside the bistro to enter by the unlocked kitchen door. She knew that at least the prep chef would be there already. But as she cut through the alley, she was suddenly surounded by a gang of young wizarding punks, all brandishing their wands at her, wanting anything she had of any value. And she wasn't sure they were just talking about cash. She knew there were more of them than there were of her. Far more. She could see four in front of her and heard several voices behind her. It aggravated her. She just didn't have time nor patience for that crap this morning. "Why don't you boys go home to your mamas?" she asked, the green sparks in her violet eyes flashing with a rare eerie light. They saw the sparks in her eyes and began to tease her relentlessly about being a half breed--a werewolf. She didn't need her wand to off them, and right now she was sorely tempted to do just that. Kids or not. One of them made a move towards her and she began firing wandless magic at them in every direction, enough to knock them into the next block and leave them unconscious for quite awhile--if she could just hit them.

Rob and Jenifer were sat out in the garden in Hogsmeade. Rob was kneeling in front of the now finished crib, painting the under layer. Jen was talking about Auror work and how she looked forward to it. It seemed interesting enough but Rob didn't care, he was just enjoying doing something for his little girl. But something was off, he was getting feelings of extreme fear coming from an unknown region.

"What's wrong, Rob?" Jen asked, sensing his upset.
"Something is wrong, I don't know what though." he mumbled, his eyes glazing over.
"With Khaat?" Jen prompted.
"Something close to Khaat." Rob shook his head. "I don't understand."
"Maybe its the baby." Jen shrugged. "I've heard of telekinesis children having connections with their fathers. It's rare though, really rare."
"Do you think they're okay?" Rob asked, putting his paintbrush down.
"Rob, while in the womb the baby can only send waves of extreme fear." Jen said gently.

He was on his feet immediately and disapparated with a pop. He landed outside Sparks. He didn't understand. What was going on? “KHAAT!?” he yelled, getting some odd looks from people.

One of the young kids threw a sectumsempra spell at her that only glanced off her forehead, causing a small but aggressively bloody cut that was messing up her hair. That really pissed her off. "You bastard!" she cursed.She sent a huge blast of magic at him that sent him hurtling into the nearest wall. He cried out sharply as he hit the brick and sank into a heap. "Who else? You think you're so damned brave! Come on! Bring it!" she shouted, really pissed now. She felt nothing but pure rage at these crass kids, and she was willing to take them all on if she had to.

Rob heard shouting and ran to the alley way near the bistro. Khaat was bleeding, bleeding! It was those kid's fault. Rob saw red. That was his wife and they were trying to hurt her. He grabbed two of the boys by the scruff of their neck and pushed them forcefully into the wall, hearing the sickening crunch of their noses breaking. He threw them against the wall once more, this time making sure they hit there heads and let them drop to the floor. He whipped his wand out at the one Khaat had sent hurtling to the other wall and fired the Killing curse at him, not stopping to think about the implications. Rob didn't stop to think that were anymore and he rushed over to Khaat. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her close to him. He'd probably nearly lost her - again. But what he hadn't thought about is that there could have been more of them hiding in the shadows.

"Thanks,"She sighed, wrapping around him, still angry. "Little twerps pissed me off. Really pissed me off. You know, I never thought about being scared. I was just so angry. I wasn't giving them my bag either. Didn't have the patience for that nonsense." She looked at him. "Look, I didn't ask for that. I was just going to the bistro. Taking the morning cash. Then I was going over to St. Mungos. Honest. And look at me. Now I have to fix my hair. It's a bloody mess--literally. And, nice, I'm making you a mess too." She glanced over at the unconscious boys and the one dead one. "I don't think the others will be back. I think they got the point. I thought you were staying home today. What the heck brought you here in such a hurry?"

"I don't care about the mess, Khaat, or the fact that you had your day planned out." Rob said sharply. "You almost got yourself killed, well not so much this time but enough to make me worry. She was really getting scared and all I could feel was that. Your anger wasn't helping her either and the boys were just... I don't know. All I could think about was the fact that she was panicking and that meant you were in trouble. I just want you safe! Why does this have to happen to us?" Rob wasn't making sense and he knew it. The boys began to groan over by the wall and Rob growled. He flicked his wand, sending the non-verbal Avada Kedavra at them and was pleased to hear their bodies hitting the ground once more. He didn't have qualms about killing someone but he didn't throw those curses around as much as Jen who did it in anger. He was beyond pissed. Khaat was having the day off.

"She? She who? I was here all by myself with those idiots." She looked at him frowning, not understanding a thing he was saying. She had seen no one else but that gang of ruffians. And he was sounding like he'd lost his mind. Sorta. Well, mostly. Yeah--kinda gone. And he had killed out of pure rage. She was just going to teach them a lesson, but as she looked back at them--lesson over. Class dismissed.

'Would you please take a breath and regain your senses and tell me what you're talking about?" she asked. "Maybe we both need to do that. Let's go inside, and we can talk over some tea or something. We don't open for hours yet." She wrapped her arm around his waist and led him inside, really getting aggravated by the blood aggressively running down from her hairline, down her face and onto her clothes. And, dang it, she liked that white silk blouse too. Ruined now. And it was almost brand new. Rob wouldn't get, at all, why that mattered, so she didn't mention it. But she had liked how it had fit her trim little muscular body, with that tempting little bit of lace at the bottom of the Vneck. All ruined now. And she had actually bought it, thinking he might really like her in it. But he couldn't like it if his mind had left him, now, could he?

Something seemed too much for him to cope with. Was it her? Was it marriage? Was it the baby? Was it all of it? Had she finally driven him crackers? It entered her mind for a brief moment that it might be that stupid cut on her forehead, but for Khaat that fell into the catagory of hangnails and splinters. Painful little bits of nothing. Nah. Couldn't be that. It would be stubborn to stop because it had been caused by a sectumsempra, but she wasn't going to tell him that either. Her father could heal it with a simple touch. She could do it but it would take a bit more work than it took Daddy.

She tossed the shoulder tote on the desk in the office, still ticked. She picked up a white kitchen towel and went to find the mirror in the bathroom It wasn't as bad as it looked. She had to do a lot of washing up to clean the blood off her neck and face. The cut itself was only a couple of inches long, but really stubborn. "Any chance you can find me a cup of coffee, please?" she asked him, beginning to work on healing her own wound. She was going to be ticked about that blouse for a long time. It looked like she had been through a massacre. So much mess for something so small. What a nuisance! She hoped Rob's brain cells were working enough to be able to find the coffee. She wasn't so sure. Maybe he was the one who needed to see Daddy.

OOC: Sorry for the little godmodding.

There was a deep disturbance in the area and Jen couldn’t concentrate long enough to keep her hand steady. She sucked in a breath and put the paintbrush down on the palette. She rose up off of the floor and took her coat off of one of the boxes. She wrapped it around herself and turned on the spot, disapparating out of the garden.

She appeared outside of Sparks with a crack and looked through the window to see Khaat and Rob disappear into a room. She walked up the steps and tapped the door handle. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, making sure to close it behind her. She took her coat off and draped it over one of the chairs before walking through into Khaat’s office where she was wiping the blood off of her skin.

Jen glanced at her brother and saw him opening and closing his mouth like a fish. She slapped him around the back of the head. He shook his head and continued acting like a fish. Jen shook her head and sat Rob down into a chair. She took her wand and put him to sleep by pressing it against his temple. He slumped into the seat and light snores came from him.

“Khaat I am so sorry I had to that.” Jen apologised, putting her wand back in the holster tied around her thigh. It was completely irrational what he was going but Jen couldn’t blame him truly. Nothing extraordinary happened to their family so this was probably as interested as life got for all of them. “I suppose he over reacted. I would have done as well in his position.”

"He didn't make one bloody ounce of sense," Khaat sighed. "He must have gone totally around the bend. Maybe I need to have Daddy come over and take a look at him. He just went into a rage and killed those boys, went ballistic over the fact I got this little tiny cut, and nothing he was rambling about made one lick of sense. How in the heck did he get here in such as state, anyway? Did you let him out of the house half nuts? And does he do this often, for goodness sakes?"

"Well did you honestly expect him to?" Jen scoffed. "The poor bugger must have been out of his mind with worry, bless him. He'll be fine anyway." she said, pushing the sleeves of her shirt up to her elbows. "I'm actually impressed he had the balls to use the curse. I always thought he was a bit of a pansy to be honest. Wouldn't have wasted time by beating them up myself. Instead I would have used Crucio but that's a matter of opinion and preference. I wonder what she'd prefer, Cruciatus or a bit of roughhousing. I make a mental note to get Rob to ask her when he wakes up. He left the house in a panic but he wasn't insane, I'd be pretty disturbed to if I was him but I'm sure he didn't understand what I was getting at. Perhaps I should contact Gibbs to slap some sense into him." Jen said thoughtfully.