The Three Broomsticks

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Justina is here, waiting for Viktor to show up. He promised he would be here, and he wasn't! Sure, he said he'd be here at noon and she had been waiting since four his morning, but still! It was 11:59 and he was no where in sight!

Viktor walks in right as the clock strikes 12. He grimaces at first when he sees Justina, but forces a smile because he needs to play his part. He walks over and sits down at a table with her, not blinking or making any sudden movements. "Justina," he greets with a nod, hoping this plan works out nicely without him getting killed or raped.

Molly slips unnoticed into the pub a few minutes after Viktor, hoping her BFF can hold it together for the few minutes she's been out of sight because she knows she'd be pretty freaked out if she was in his shoes right now. Speaking of shoes, she toned down her shoe choice and went with this hot little selection instead:

Why, thank you, Christian Louboutin.
Molly glances reassuringly at Viktor behind Justina's back as she makes her way to the bar, gets herself a butterbeer, and settles into a secluded booth at the back of the Three Broomsticks to watch and await her moment to strike.

"Viktor! You came! I mean...You got my letter, I see," she says casually as if she hadn't had a heart attack when he replied to the note saying he would be joining her for lunch today. "I haven't been waiting too long, so don't worry about being late."

Viktor blinks and takes out his watch to check the time. "I...I'm not late," he says, blinking and staring at the table because a Justina is a scary thing to look at.

"C'mon Viktor, you can do it. Like, tell her she looks particularly masculine today or something," Molly murmurs under her breath while her eyes start to dart about the space surrounding Justina, looking for a bag, or potentially a pocket where she might be concealing a camera, and a packet of photographs.

"Oh. Well okay then," she says, acting all cheerful all of a sudden. She bangs her hand down on the table, shooting Viktor a look that clearly says 'Hold My Hand Or Else.'

Viktor stares at the hand as if it has four eyes. He internally panics for moment before he slowly sets his hand on top of hers, trying to resist the urge to get up and run far, far away. "You...look...nice...today," he says slowly, forgetting how to be his usually smooth and charming self around this girl because it's Justina. Ew.

Molly winces, because she can see the look of horror on Viktor's face. He's not being his usual, smooth self and if he's not careful, he's going to tip Justina off. "Bugger," Molly sighs and begins casting about for a weapon because she gets the feeling she's gonna need it, and she left her frying pan in her other bag.

"LIKEOHMYGOSHTHANKYOU!" she squeaks, blushing at the compliment as she tightens her grip on Viktor's hand. "You see how good it feels to give in to all these feelings you've kept bottled up all this time?"

Viktor keeps a poke face as she tightens her grip on him, knowing that he could totally throw her off if things get ugly. "Yeah. Feelings. It's...great," he says, wondering if anyone has a water bottle he can use.

Molly's face screws up in pain - her ears kinda hurt from the high pitched squeal of Justina's girly voice. She checks quickly to make sure they're not bleeding before she slides out of her seat and casually moves a few booths closer. She smiles grimly at Viktor, a quiet reminder that she's got his back. And killer shoes.

Viktor forces a small smile in Molly's direction, but freezes up when he feels something rubbing on his leg- Ohmygod, It's Justina's foot. Even the fetish doesn't make that appealing. Viktor panics. He loses it. Sorry, Molly, but Viktor cannot deal with this. He summons a water bottle from somewhere and chucks it at Justina's head.

Molly watches, a little open mouthed as Viktor panics and summons a water bottle, throwing it at Justina's head. The second it makes contact, though, she moves. She crosses the floor in quick strides, heels clicking dangerously, and tackles Justina from her chair. A quick flurry of movement later and Molly is straddling the other girl, who for a freak is kinda a weak little girly girl, one sharpened stiletto pointed squarely at her throat. "Where are the pictures, bitch!?"

"What!? I don't know what you're talking about! Viktor! Help me!" she shrieks. Psh. She seriously thinks he's going to come over and help her. Delusional girl.

"Oh, hell no," he says as he stands up from his chair. "You know very vell vot pictures she's talking about. Hand them over. Now." Viktor is using his angry voice right now. Justina should be scared if the dope wasn't already, considering she, you know, has an angry Molly with a heel on top of her.

Molly slaps Justina in the face with the sole of her shoe. "Not asking twice, bitch. Viktor, come here and, like, hold her arms for me or something while I search her," Molly orders, as if this is all perfectly reasonable and the other patrons of the Three Broomsticks should just go about their business. Uh huh.

Viktor walks over and pins Justina's arms to the floor, making a mental note to disinfect himself later on because there is just something about this girl that is not sanitary. "You brought this on yourself, Justina," he says, shaking his head at the lack of cooperation they're receiving from the stalker.

Molly is going to have the world's hottest shower after this. And she means temperature hot, not sexy hot. JS. She makes quick work of searching Justina for the photos, wrinkling her nose with distaste because she finds them in a pocket at the very front of the creepy stalker girl's pants where there is absolutely nothing else. She glances through the packet of pictures quickly and nods at Viktor to confirm that she's got them before shoving them into her bag. Next she pulls out Justina's creeper camera from another pocket. "Ah HA!" she says, holding it up. "Would you like to do the honours?" she offers, holding it out to Viktor with a pleased smile.

Viktor grins and takes the camera from Molly's hand, deciding that it's best to take care of the evil contraption now. He pulls out his wand, thinking that it's always a good time to practice transfiguration, and turns the camera into another water bottle- Just in case. He smirks up at Molly, not wanting to look at Justina and her scary face again. "Vell, that takes care of that," he says triumphantly.

Molly smirks up at Viktor before taking up her shoe once more, the point of the stiletto pressing into the hollow of Justina's throat. "Now you listen to me you little freak. If you ever, ever -and I mean ever!- mess with my BFF again, this stiletto is going to, like, make you a shiny new neck piercing you got that? Oh, and while I've got you here - OHMYGOD! YOU'RE A GIRL! Like, deal with it and stop leaving the 'a' off the end of your name, ok!? You got all that? Because I could totally write it all down for you. Or, you know, scratch it into your face," she offers, pressing down with the heel a little for good measure.

Justina nods her head slightly, not wanting to move to much because of the heel pressed to her throat. She squeaks something that sounds like a 'Yes' and stares at Molly with big, round, terrified eyes.

Viktor smirks and crosses his arms across his chest, thinking that his BFF is such a BAMF and that this could truly be the end of his worst stalker ever. He'd offer Molly a high five but he thinks he should wait until Justina is all taken care of, so he'll just chill here and smirk all smirky like. "If you need somevon else to stalk, I promised Sirius Black he could have all my fan girls. Just saying."

Molly smirks some more, because she feels so fucking badass right now, and finally lets Justina up. She makes a little shooing motion with her hand, her expression promising worlds of pain if Justina ever crosses anyone Molly loves again. She gets to her feet and wrinkles her nose, summoning a paper napkin from a nearby table to wipe down her shoe before she slips it back on. She's only wearing them back to the castle and then she plans on disposing of them because EW - they touched Justina. She dusts her hands off and greams over at Viktor. "Well, that totally, like, takes care of that, right?" she says proudly.