Octavian and Demetria
Octavian grinned as he leant back in his chair and listened to Demetria. "Oh yes, Dem. I'm sure it's horrible for you."
"Oh you have no idea. I'm so frustrated."
"You'll just have to teleport Remy over there quickly before you explode."
"I really, really loathe you sometimes, you know that?" Demetria huffed.
"Demetria old girl, everybody loathes me at some point in time."
"How's the band practice going?"
"Wonderfully well. Sergei can actually play chords in succession now."
"Don't tease Sergei."
"He's not here, and can't hear me."
"So...any reactions yet?"
"NOt yet, but I'm sure I'm about to get one." Octavian watched an obviously upset Dawn enter the room. "Talk to you later, Demetria."
"Ok, darrrling. I'll call you tomorrow."
"Bye."
Octavian hung up and steepled his fingers together, looking at Dawn.
"So...I'm guessing you found out what we did?" One hand went to his neck and stroked the purple dragon's scale that Varian had so kindly given him. "And a warning, you want to try any magic on me, it'll just bounce off and hit you."
Dawn
"You messed with my family," Dawn said, glaring at Tav. "I learned my lesson about doing spells on you, but there are other ways of getting revenge." SHe reached into her satchel and pulled out what used to be Octavian's favourite pair of leather pants.
"By the way, I think these are yours. SOmehow, they wound up un my laundry. You know, yiu really shouldn't wash leather," she said, winking, and walking away.
Octavian and Sergei
"Your family messed with mine first," Octavian called after her. "Tell Dru to stay the hell away from Spike. Or Mordred just might take care to ensure his twin isn't hurt."
Octavian steepled his fingers and thought for a moment.
Then he got up and went to Sergei.
"So can you...transmute anything?"
"Da. Vhy?"
"Drop the accent...here's what I want you to do..."
Sergei started to laugh as Octavian outlined his plan.
With a few strategic touches, Sergeui dissolved the threads of all of Dawn's skirts, pants and dresses that held them together. They'd look fine until she put them on, but wear them for any length of time...
"Oh, Dawn..." Octavian called out sweetly as she went past him. Suddenly her pants dropped to the ground in several pieces. "Don't even try to best me. I've been doing this to better people then you for oh, *years*."
Dawn
Dawn cast a glamour and waved her hand, fixing her pants.
"Yeah, whatever," she said bitchily, as she walked off, pouting.
Octavian and Demetria
"Well, I think I better get started," Octavian murmured, and went off to find his sister.
"Demetria darling..."
They started to plot.
With a few slight corrections to the chores list, Dawn was soon down for a lot of work.
Demetria blew softly over the glistening ink.
"Good to see I haven't lost my touch..."
"Quite. Looks exactly like Scott's writing. Now, let's scat."
Dawn
Dawn sighed as she looked over the chore list. Well, at least she'd be keeping busy for a while. Was Scott mad at her or something? She set off to work.