You cannot grasp the true form of Giygas' attack.
When good battles evil, which side do you believe wins?
29th-Aug-2011 10:36 pm - Fic: Descendo
Guy Laurent, Renfield & Myra Turnbull; Wizard!Verse (1990); G; 538 words

Descendo - Partis Temporus - Avis - Obliviate - Wingardium - Incarcerous - Incendio - Imperius - Nox - Lumos

Vampires are graced with a certain stealth.

If this comes as no surprise to you, perhaps you are a consumer of the muggle fiction about them. All the better. The bit of mystery mixes well with the fiction to keep us hidden from that which could overwhelm one of us should we be discovered. As you will dismiss this as fiction, too, I feel a looseness of tongue I generally do not possess.

I sink from a rafter to a lower one, my footfalls making no sound, my body moving with a fluidity not granted by God at birth.

The baby Auror is rather interesting; I know that I have been silent, but he detects me. He is clever enough to betray nothing of what he has heard to the woman he's talking to, but the slight incline of his head in my direction tells me all I need to know. I smile, allowing fangs to descend only so far as needed to lick one. It's a tic; one of pleasure.

Few Aurors come through Regina in any given year. The state of pressing oneself into a muggle life has always fascinated me. I am not a wizard. I was not born one, and have come to understand this world only by being half-pressed upon it myself by virtue of my change. It seems improbable that any of them would wish to come the other way.

They are very... precious about their wizardry, after all.

This one speaks to a rather lovely woman apparently several years his senior, and she speaks softly in return. I wonder if she belongs to him; I sniff the air. No... no... hm. Perhaps she does. Not in the way I expected.

They appeared to be having some sort of disagreement, before he detected me. It is made no simpler by his apparent instinct to take the woman away from this place at the detection.

She seems to be insisting on remaining. He doesn't manhandle her into leaving. This impresses me. He has risen above my estimation of many wizards already.

"It's all right," I offer softly from my perch. I smile down at them, sans fangs. My condition is obvious enough. "I only wanted to welcome you to Regina."

The woman jumps; the Mountie snaps a look at me that I'm sure is very frightening to other people.

"Thank you," he replies with a suspicious squint.

They are interesting. It won't do to burn that bridge.

"My apologies for the startle." I reach into my pocket, pulling from it a long grey feather, and I offer it down to drift to them.

The Mountie blinks, moving to take it, though it's his sister - I can smell it in their blood - that plucks it from the air. Neither of them seem to have an answer for my apology. The Auror nods acknowledgment of a sort; it's then his sister seems to give over, and he is able to nudge her out of this place.

She watches me as they leave. I flourish a wave and watch her go.
kalijean: (Turnbull - Wizard)
31st-Jul-2011 01:21 pm - One Line - Other 'Verses
Also exchanged on March 12, these are the few short one-line prompts we did in 'verses outside the ones for Arch to the Sky. Wizard and Zombieverses.

Author :: Character :: Prompt

[ profile] kalijean :: Maria :: Honey
Ma always said Ray was a sweet kid, but this was ridiculous; she tried to scrub the honey out of his hair and vowed never to try that spell again.

[ profile] kalijean :: Myra :: Muffled
Muffliato really was the most mind-numbing spell, in large part because her parents seemed to feel the need to use it when discussing her disability.

[ profile] kalijean :: Vecchio :: Endless
Knowledge that it was just a lake didn't make the drift of bodies seem any less endless.

[ profile] kalijean :: Turnbull :: Crucio
One truly had to mean it for Cruciatus to work; he knew now that he could have, but he warded the man's bed instead.
kalijean: (Turnbull - Wizard)
17th-Apr-2011 05:31 pm - 12. All or None (Or, "Incendio")
Turnbull/Vecchio; Wizard!Verse; NC-17 (serious pornography up in here); 890 words; 12. All or none. Or "Incendio". Or perhaps "Constable Walks Funny" in honor of [ profile] elf_fu.

For and inspired by [ profile] sl_walker. I blame her. Entirely. Yes.

Descendo - Partis Temporus - Avis - Obliviate - Wingardium - Incarcerous - Incendio - Imperius - Nox - Lumos

Some days this job ain't bad.

Ren suits every color, and I figure a little of every color's out here today. Mostly green. Blue sky. Whenever he talks about Canada I can't see anything in my head except a whole lotta snow, I guess it's just automatic, but Hell if summer doesn't suit him. Everything does.

Thing is: we came here for a reason. There's a guy from out East that's got information for us, the kind of info that you give in person once you've warded everything and pointed wands at each other's necks and made sure you're both who you look like you are. But this place is real pretty. And we got here way early with some food and a blanket and time to kill. With us, that usually means one thing. You are protected, in short, by your ability to love. )
kalijean: (Turnbull - Wizard)
5th-Apr-2011 02:27 am - 07. Defining Moment (Or, 'Imperius')
Frannie Vecchio (Zuko), Frank Zuko; Wizard!Verse; R; 1137 words; 07. Defining moment.

Been working on this one for weeks, probably for obvious reasons, but it fit the prompt and I finally finished it. Thanks and ♥ once again to [ profile] l0stmyrel1g10n for the beta, canon-check, and patient hammering out of canon points with me.

Descendo - Partis Temporus - Avis - Obliviate - Wingardium - Incarcerous - Incendio - Imperius - Nox - Lumos

He always looks so damn peaceful like this.

Not a thought in his pretty little head, my Frankie. All those angry lines on his face are gone when he's this way. Sometimes I come up here and transfigure his face back the way it's supposed to be. Spattergroit's pretty ugly. Lasts a while. Robs your voice. It's a nice excuse to give the outside world for a silent husband.

I've never cast an Unforgivable before. More )
kalijean: (Remus)
Thatcher, Turnbull/RayV; Wizard!Verse (sometime before the second War); G; 648 words; 23. Canadian Wildlife.

Descendo - Partis Temporus - Avis - Obliviate - Wingardium - Incarcerous - Imperius - Incendio - Nox - Lumos

"What is this, the Canadian wildlife reserve? What is that rodent doing in my consulate, Turnbull?"

Ah. Yes. Well.

That is a difficult question to answer, isn't it?

The answer is that he wants to be and that I had not intended to be caught, but this is not an answer I can offer, for obvious reasons. It is late in my shift. Why she has chosen to bother me now is beyond me. The Inspector's nose is positively wrinkled, and I breathe away the adrenaline spike of her whip-crack of a tone and equally as abrupt appearance. There are days I could swear the woman can apparate, and wonder if perhaps her school letter missed her when she was a child.

"--he is not a rodent, sir. He is a mink; they fall under the Mustelidae family, more commonly known as weasels--"

"Answer my question, Constable."

I tip my chin up, giving no ground to the fantasy of a well-aimed wingardium to leave her hanging from the chandelier. The warmth wrapped about my neck shifts, and I feel him tighten around me, watching her as well.

"He is mine."

"He's yours."

"Yes, sir."

More )
kalijean: (Turnbull)
Fic: Obliviate
Fandoms: Due South, Harry Potter
Pairing: Turnbull/RayV (Fraser/Kowalski, UST)
Words: 2818
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Summary: Something about Ray Vecchio doesn't sit right with Ray Kowalski.
Notes: Yep, I made another. Takes place before Nox and Lumos, Harry Potter-verse AU. Thanks once again to [ profile] slwatson for the wonderful encouragement and to [ profile] l0stmyrel1g10n for the same and once again checking my canon. ♥ for you both.

Descendo - Partis Temporus - Avis - Obliviate - Wingardium - Incarcerous - Incendio - Imperius - Nox - Lumos

Vecchio's weird.

Never been able to figure out what it is. I mean, Fraser's weird, too. And Turnbull? Shit. But that's just Canada weird. Comes with the pemmican and caribou and snowmen for imaginary friends when they were kids. Vecchio's Chicago-normal and still weird. And I'm not just saying that 'cause we share a name and he likes to throw out "Stanley" when he wants to be condescending.

He dresses just a little off. Kinda... flowy, for a guy. Curiosity is not a sin.... But we should exercise caution with our curiosity... yes, indeed. )
kalijean: (Turnbull)
Fic: Avis
Pairing: Turnbull/RayV
Words: 911
Rating: G
Summary: A scene from Ray and Renfield's lives before the second War.
Notes: OhGod I'm still writing in this verse I don't even. Prequel to Nox and Lumos, Harry Potter-verse AU.

Descendo - Partis Temporus - Avis - Obliviate - Wingardium - Incarcerous - Incendio - Imperius - Nox - Lumos

"I splinched."


"What? You think because I'm the slick wizard you see today I couldn't mess up way back when?"

"You splinched. What did you lose, Ray?"

Ray smiles at me, that silly-sweet look. "My nose."

"...your nose."

"Yeah!" He motions at his own face before flicking the tip of his own nose with his wand. "Went back on pretty as you please. They added in some extra while they were there, though. I tell you, my face was never the same." That smile widens and those green eyes twinkle and I cannot help but poke him in the belly. Snape's patronus was a doe. The same as my mother's, because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from the time when they were children. )
kalijean: (RayV & Fraser)
Fic: Lumos
Pairing: Turnbull/RayV
Words: 910
Rating: PG
Summary: Ray and Renfield flee Chicago in the aftermath of the battle at the Consulate. Separated from Fraser and the muggle-borns they were protecting, they lay low.
Notes: Yep. Followup to Nox, Harry Potter-verse AU. Blame [ profile] slwatson for the encouragement and chatter and theorizing and [ profile] l0stmyrel1g10n for being sweet and checking it over for canon problems and such.

Descendo - Partis Temporus - Avis - Obliviate - Wingardium - Incarcerous - Incendio - Imperius - Nox - Lumos


I've warded the place up as best I can. I know a guy, and that means I can use the guy's place while he's taking care of a few things up north, but knowing a guy's as much an asset these days as a liability. We're on an island somewhere on Lake Michigan, I know that much. No idea how safe this place actually is, but we never do anymore. I don't wanna go lighting the place up and advertise it's occupied, so we keep to wand-light.

There's a bitch of a painting in the hall, and she glares at me when I light my wand, crossing her arms with a nasty 'hmph!'All's fair in love and war, and this is a bit of both. )
kalijean: (Turnbull)
3rd-Jan-2011 04:06 pm - Fic: Nox (Turnbull, G)
Fic: Nox
Rating: G
Words: 774
Characters: Turnbull, Fraser, Bob Fraser, Thatcher (and a surprise)
Summary: It's been a long time since Turnbull's felt worthy of the word 'Auror'.
Notes: Okay, so this is Due South meets the Harry Potter Wizarding world. I'm... not sure how this happened. Not canon to our normal 'verse, obvs. Pardon (or point out so I can fix!) any canon discrepancies, I really need to re-read the books. I'll, uh. Just leave this here.

Descendo - Partis Temporus - Avis - Obliviate - Wingardium - Incarcerous - Incendio - Imperius - Nox - Lumos



It is 1998, and the Wizarding World can barely breathe.

The epicentre is Britain, but no part of the world goes untouched by Lord Voldemort.

"Stop this." My opponent's wand flung away before his Unforgivable was complete, but one of his compatriots casts a summon and passes it back. My back is to the doors. I am fast with my wand. I can stall. But I am outnumbered, and I cannot stop them.

I am dead; I know this.Faith manages. )
kalijean: (Turnbull)
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