Dudley - pig's blood
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the misadventures of young Dudley as he deals with the supernatural in his own angry way.
Dudley Dursley was not a happy camper, least of which was probably because he wasn't actually camping, again though he despised going camping, then again he'd never actually been camping not properly any way. None of that really mattered though as he was actually just walking the mutts that his aunt raised. Could have been worse though, after his parents got arrested he could have ended up in a boys home though he supposed that might have been a better alternative considering how his aunt went back and forth between trying to spoil him and pushing him to become a right proper naval man like that man she was smitten with. A man that Dudley noted wanted nothing to do with his overbearing aunt, not that the young Dursley blamed him.
As he walked the mutts or more accurately to say they dragged him his eye he spotted a girl sitting in carriage helping clean the horse. If he had to say anything he would have noted that the horse looked a bit frail and carriage proper reminded him far to much of an old hearse that in saw in the old picture books complete with lamps and candles. As the mutts got back to dragging him along he barely noticed that girl seemed to have all to pale skin and hair.
His attention was taken though as he was splashed with something from a basin. "Bloody hell!" He groused as the mutts yapped away, he couldn't help but taste the coppery substance on his lips. He didn't know why but something about it was familiar as if he'd recently tasted it, that didn't really register to Dudley as he looked around saw a man.
He was unnaturally tall, or at least in Dudley's eyes anyway, his manner of dress reminded him somewhat of an undertaker his skin seemed to be pulled ever to tightly on his face, his hair stringy and white. That grin though, to Dudley it seemed to stretch across far to much across his face, it unnerve him far to much to admit. All of that though, all of the unnaturalness of the man burned away in Dudley's mind as he saw the basin dripping from the man's hand. "What the hell! Do you just go around just splashing people in the face!"
The man chuckled for anyone else it might have been unnerving, even somewhat bone chilling, not Dudley, no all it did was light a fire in the boys heart. "Oh I'm sorry boy I simply JUST had to get your attention!"
Dudley more annoyed than before ignored the baying of the hounds as he brushed the congealing substance off. "That's not how you get someone attention!"
"Oh Dear boy you are interesting!" Anyone else, any other creature if they where around this man they would have cringed even gone out of there way to avoid him, Dudley…..was not most people.
"Father!" The girl now having finally noticed what was going on dashed over to the man, her father and kicked him in the shin. "You know very well you aren't supposed to splash people with Pigs blood! You'll get in trouble!"
"Pigs blood…." Dudley muttered as if he was trying to process what the girl had said.
"Oh but, Abby dear I just couldn't help myself! It's been far to long!"
"pigs blood….."
The girl kicked the man in the shin again causing him to laugh. "Bad father! Bad Bad!" The girl repeatedly kicked her father's shin.
With each kick Dudley might have noticed a slight wobble to the girls head of course Dudley did not notice this. As the thought of the pig's blood only farther stoked the fire in the young Dursley's stomach. "Where do you get off SPLASHING People with Blood!" The young man roared as he released the hounds to grab the collar man with his meaty fingers. "I should give you a right socking! Splashing people with blood! What normal person that!?! WHat gives you the right! Hell I was minding my own business!"
The man's grin only stoked the fire inside Dudley's gut more as was his flippant tone. "Dear, boy you and I both know that you where watching my Daughter work."
"Eh?" Dudley tilted his head more in annoyance than confusion, "You have you're carriage parked in the middle of the walk how was supposed not notice!"
The man laughed while his daughter looked more than a little mortified at the exchange between the seemingly grown man and the child. "Here, here." Dudley turned his head watching as the girl rifled through her coat before pulling out she came with some money. "Look this should take care of the shirt my father ruined."
Dudley looked at the moment mentally debating if he should take his frustration out on the man or not in the end though he took money. "Stupid pig's blood splashing." He walked away missing the evil glare that the girl sent her father stuffing the money in his pocket. "Were are those mutts." Even as he found them the dogs where whimpering at the sight of carriage as it drove away. "Come on mutts Walkies."
the misadventures of young Dudley as he deals with the supernatural in his own angry way.
Dudley Dursley was not a happy camper, least of which was probably because he wasn't actually camping, again though he despised going camping, then again he'd never actually been camping not properly any way. None of that really mattered though as he was actually just walking the mutts that his aunt raised. Could have been worse though, after his parents got arrested he could have ended up in a boys home though he supposed that might have been a better alternative considering how his aunt went back and forth between trying to spoil him and pushing him to become a right proper naval man like that man she was smitten with. A man that Dudley noted wanted nothing to do with his overbearing aunt, not that the young Dursley blamed him.
As he walked the mutts or more accurately to say they dragged him his eye he spotted a girl sitting in carriage helping clean the horse. If he had to say anything he would have noted that the horse looked a bit frail and carriage proper reminded him far to much of an old hearse that in saw in the old picture books complete with lamps and candles. As the mutts got back to dragging him along he barely noticed that girl seemed to have all to pale skin and hair.
His attention was taken though as he was splashed with something from a basin. "Bloody hell!" He groused as the mutts yapped away, he couldn't help but taste the coppery substance on his lips. He didn't know why but something about it was familiar as if he'd recently tasted it, that didn't really register to Dudley as he looked around saw a man.
He was unnaturally tall, or at least in Dudley's eyes anyway, his manner of dress reminded him somewhat of an undertaker his skin seemed to be pulled ever to tightly on his face, his hair stringy and white. That grin though, to Dudley it seemed to stretch across far to much across his face, it unnerve him far to much to admit. All of that though, all of the unnaturalness of the man burned away in Dudley's mind as he saw the basin dripping from the man's hand. "What the hell! Do you just go around just splashing people in the face!"
The man chuckled for anyone else it might have been unnerving, even somewhat bone chilling, not Dudley, no all it did was light a fire in the boys heart. "Oh I'm sorry boy I simply JUST had to get your attention!"
Dudley more annoyed than before ignored the baying of the hounds as he brushed the congealing substance off. "That's not how you get someone attention!"
"Oh Dear boy you are interesting!" Anyone else, any other creature if they where around this man they would have cringed even gone out of there way to avoid him, Dudley…..was not most people.
"Father!" The girl now having finally noticed what was going on dashed over to the man, her father and kicked him in the shin. "You know very well you aren't supposed to splash people with Pigs blood! You'll get in trouble!"
"Pigs blood…." Dudley muttered as if he was trying to process what the girl had said.
"Oh but, Abby dear I just couldn't help myself! It's been far to long!"
"pigs blood….."
The girl kicked the man in the shin again causing him to laugh. "Bad father! Bad Bad!" The girl repeatedly kicked her father's shin.
With each kick Dudley might have noticed a slight wobble to the girls head of course Dudley did not notice this. As the thought of the pig's blood only farther stoked the fire in the young Dursley's stomach. "Where do you get off SPLASHING People with Blood!" The young man roared as he released the hounds to grab the collar man with his meaty fingers. "I should give you a right socking! Splashing people with blood! What normal person that!?! WHat gives you the right! Hell I was minding my own business!"
The man's grin only stoked the fire inside Dudley's gut more as was his flippant tone. "Dear, boy you and I both know that you where watching my Daughter work."
"Eh?" Dudley tilted his head more in annoyance than confusion, "You have you're carriage parked in the middle of the walk how was supposed not notice!"
The man laughed while his daughter looked more than a little mortified at the exchange between the seemingly grown man and the child. "Here, here." Dudley turned his head watching as the girl rifled through her coat before pulling out she came with some money. "Look this should take care of the shirt my father ruined."
Dudley looked at the moment mentally debating if he should take his frustration out on the man or not in the end though he took money. "Stupid pig's blood splashing." He walked away missing the evil glare that the girl sent her father stuffing the money in his pocket. "Were are those mutts." Even as he found them the dogs where whimpering at the sight of carriage as it drove away. "Come on mutts Walkies."