who: @trelawknee
when: january 6
where: grimmauld place
“Let me just —” Zepp was busy shoving various bottles ( most healing potions or water, a few alcoholic ) in the pockets of The Coat, trying to figure out what would come of use. He thanked himself every day for the idea to enlarge his coat pockets, which not only came in handy in his personal life, but in situations like these too. “Fucking Wraiths, mate — the shit they get up to. What else do we need, y’reckon? Kitchen knife?” He chuckles, cracking jokes under the pressure coming natural to him. He was stressed, actually – he’d not openly fought with the Order a lot, his public neutrality quite valuable to a character like him.
But Ron mattered more than whatever neutrality he wanted to feign — Zepp hated to admit it but he cared. He cared about his fellow Order members, deeply, and now that there was word of where Ron was, he wanted to rush there. “Molotov cocktail ingredients?”
“I feel like if you’re crafty enough a kitchen knife works,” she jokes back, fidgeting with the pockets of her own coat, suddenly self conscious that she wasn’t doing enough to prepare. It’s not The Coat but it’ll do. “Though, a molotov cocktail might keep the Wraiths on their toes. I say bring it. We could use a little innovation.”
This was big. For the both of them.
Mira wasn’t on the front lines often, though she went wherever the Order needed her to go, she was best on the defense, gathering & obtaining information and her current job was really unraveling The Prophecy for them to interpret. She watches Zepp fidget, knowing that he must’ve been nervous under all his jovial charm, taking a look at him. Was she proud? She was. Zepp liked to fly under the radar, in all the time she’d known him he hadn’t liked to attach himself to anything -- so she’d let him have his space. But here he was, showing up to the fight, showing up to the call. Mira is selfishly glad that she wouldn’t be going into the foray alone, glad that the joking and laughter between them cuts through the nerves.
In her opinion, The Coat was brilliant, Mira walks over sticking a hand in it, hoping that when she pulls it out, it’s something useful she finds. Instead, she finds a bottle of sherry. “You’ve been digging in my aunts cabinets, have you?”
