delicious snacks | Glowfic Constellation

Feral snorts. "I'm not stopping you."

occluminous

Bella contemplates this, then casts her Patronus again. It waits while she tells it, "Tell the Dementors in Azkaban, 'Goodbye forever.'"

The glowy person doesn't do anything.

"Well, I guess that won't work." She dismisses the glowy person.

"Gotta do it the hard way, then," says Feral.

occluminous

"Suppose so. Summer project, maybe, I will read up on United Kingdom wizarding law. I wonder if it is even technically illegal to destroy their dementors."

"I bet they'll find something to charge you with," says Feral. "Or somebody'll just kill you. in the middle of you trying."

occluminous

"Hmmm. I should probably practice on wild ones first, anyway, I'm not sure how well Glowy Person holds up against groups of Dementors or anything."

"Yeah," says Feral. "Clear out those first, then hit the big one. Makes sense."

occluminous

"Unless someone notices the wild ones are disappearing and gets nervous about Azkaban."

"Who the fuck tracks wild Dementors?"

occluminous

"Well, I don't know, but I bet someone notices when souls start getting sucked out, maybe there's someone keeping statistics who'd notice a drop."

"Maybe," says Feral. "But I still don't see them getting nervous unles somebody actually catches you killing one. It's supposed to be impossible."

occluminous

"They might get nervous for other reasons. If they thought the Dementors were, I don't know, collecting somewhere they didn't track and being obvious."

"Sure. But they wouldn't, like, tighten security on Azkaban to stop you breaking in."

occluminous

"They might ask the Azkaban Dementors. They have some way I don't understand of communicating with them, I don't know if other Dementors can tell what just happened to this one." She gestures at the cloak. "Speaking of which I don't know how to dispose of that."

Feral shrugs.

"I could burn it."

occluminous

"Yeah, okay," she says, and she holds her wand ready to put out the fire if it threatens to spread to the trees.

"Incendio," says Feral, flicking his wand at the cloak.

The cloak burns, quick and bright and tidy without any extraneous damage to grass or weeds.

occluminous

"Thanks."

Feral grins. "Anytime."

occluminous

Bella rummages around in the picnic basket. She finds some chocolate cookies that they didn't get to. She presses one into Sherlock's hand, takes one, offers the others to Feral and Tony.