Summary:
Collecting sweets and picking up special phone calls...
Notes:
Thanks a lot from Loki and me to whoever is still reading this story, it means a lot to us <3
Chapter XVI (I): London calling
"Again with all these bloody cakes?!" Kevin snaps the next day, when they are all together for breakfast.
"What have you got against the cakes?" Singy gets defensive, holding three different slices in his hand.
"Indeed, Kevin is not entirely wrong, we cannot say that we are following the healthiest of nutritional plans," Alec mutters, looking sideways at the slice of chocolate cake he has on his plate.
"Damn right! Enough with these fucking cakes, let's move on to alcoholic breakfasts!" Drinky shares his brilliant idea.
"But ... but ... but ... it's a mutiny!" Singy whimpers, looking around with a bewildered face and his shock is such that he drops one of the slices of cake on the floor.
"Nooo!" He further despairs.
"You have like a thousand ones, what the fuck do you care about that slice on the floor?" his namesake points out.
"You do not understand, it is a piece of cake lost forever. I must mourn for it."
His despair is immediately rewarded by a cascade of whipped cream that rains from the ceiling, only and strictly on his plate.
Ten, who has endured that little theater stoically, up to that moment, cannot withstand even the latest unfortunate event.
"Still with these damn favoritism, Sexy?!" He explodes in the typical anger of a Time Lord.
"I'll take care of it, my Lord!" Barty intervenes promptly and a moment later a stroke of his wand is enough for the cream to lose all its frothy consistency, liquefying on the plate.
"Your evilness has no boundaries" the young Detective yells at him, but it is only music for the proud Death Eater's ears, who gloats and smiles.
"He also allegedly killed an innocent tourist; but yes ... let's despair more for the whipped cream!" Ten grumbles, holding the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
Meanwhile Alec has rushed like a fury on Barty, holding a lamp that nobody doesn't even knows where he found it, which is now pointing straight in his face.
"Where did it happen? When, how? What was the motive?" He pests the Dark Wizard with questions.
"What are you? The living Muggle version of Veritaserum?" Barty rolls his eyes, but only Ten can understand and indeed giggles. "And anyway I have no problem answering, in the exact order you asked me: where my Second Dark Lord took me. When I was with my Second Dark Lord. With a Killing Curse which has nothing to do with the teachings of my Second Dark Lord, if anything with the First. To protect my Second Dark Lord."
"The subject clearly suffers from obsessive, compulsive drives," Alec says to himself, as if he were giving a report.
At least he has put the lamp back.
"Enough with this fucking Second Dark Lord!" Drinky exclaims exasperated.
"I couldn't agree more!" Ten rolls his eyes.
"And anyway, before all this uproar happened, I was showing my more than justified tolerance limit for sweets," Kevin resumes his speech. "I'm not Jessica, she orders at the restaurant what every kid likes: burgers and fries, if it were up to her she would get stoned on junk food, then also on sweets."
"Oooh, I already like this Jessica!" Singy approves, earning a vitriolic glance from the persuader.
"But she certainly wouldn't like you, irritating brat!" He growls at him.
"Let me understand, you say that this Jessica of yours would get along with me for my behaviour and for the passion we have in common for alcohol, with Singy she shares tastes in food and just as with Hardy she shares the passion to investigate ... do you see that it is not really suitable for you? - Drinky points out to him and Kevin seems to take a hit.
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