dangerous territory | scylla

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@scylla

sometime when their children are at school ...

how in the bloody hell did his wife work this? he stood there in the kitchen of the home they shared, his sleeves rolled up, his tie pulled loose and his shoes kicked off by the front door, almost ready to give up on this darn appliance. he'd gotten home first, it didn't happen very often and since he was he figured he'd at least get something started for dinner and hopefully not poison them both in the process. he wasn't the best of cooks, mainly because it wasn't often that he had to. scylla loved cooking, he loved eating. it was a match made in heaven. he'd thought he'd offer up some surprise of dinner being on the table when she got home but it wasn't looking promising at this point. it really was a shame that you couldn't conjure food. whose stupid idea was that? he pressed in a few buttons, hoping for the best and low and behold it started looking like it would work. "thank fuck for that." he muttered to himself as he put a pan of water on so he could cook pasta. that was as gourmet as his cooking got, pasta and sauce, maybe some cheese. he heard dixon at the window, the familiar thudding which meant he wanted in. walking to the window he opened it, taking the letter from the owl carefully.

"you break the windows and you'll know about it." he told the owl with no malice in his voice. he saw the letter was addressed to him. apparently a problem at work that couldn't wait till tomorrow. he walked out of the kitchen, into the lounge where he dropped onto the lounge to peruse the letter. "they'd better not have messed up my office." he said to himself as he laid the piece of paper down on the coffee table, reaching for the pen he left there. he had a quill in his office but there was something about the speed and ease of a pen that he preferred. "get the hell out of my office, i'll find her file tomorrow." he said as he stood up, took his wand from his pocket, waving it over the parchment and watched it shrivel up in to nothing as he sent it back to his colleague.

he sniffed the air when something in the air smelled wrong and it took him a moment to figure out what it was. he hurried back to the kitchen, tugging a little more at his tie as he saw a melted plastic blob on top of the stove. "what are the odds she won't notice?" he said as he glanced to the owl who was happily helping himself to the owl nuts in the corner of the room by the stand he resided on. "not likely." he said to himself as he pulled the almost boiling water off the heat and he shook his head a little. he was about to pull his wand out to clean up the mess when he heard movement behind him, too loud of a sound to be the owl so there was only one person it could have been. "before you find something to murder me with ... remember i'm not worth anything to you dead."

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May 2025
@calder

Scylla had had a loooooooooong day at the bank. It was that time of year. Fresh faced soon to graduate Hogwarts students were applying for jobs, sending their OWL and NEWT scores, and all around trying to get job offers from a number of businesses. After the head Curse breakers had vetted their candidates it was up to Scylla to write up their contracts. Now, contracts were, primarily, pretty much identical to each other. But she still had to hand write every single one. It was a Gringotts thing. They liked to write contracts on enchanted parchment. It was part of the process. Curse breakers were privy to quite a bit of sensitive information that they were not permitted to discuss outside work. Hence why magical contracts was a thing. So, the day had been spent writing, enchanting, and sending out several of these contracts to those lucky few that had accepting Curse breaker training offers. The school year wasn't quite over, but Gringotts started training early, so they wanted all the paperwork done and signed before graduation.

Scylla had just gotten home for the night. As she stepped inside the house she was hit by the smell of burning. It was a horrible smell. Whatever was burning wasn't food, that was clear. What on earth? What was burning? Was the house on fire? How? Scylla moved quickly, following her nose towards the source of the horrible burning smell. It brought her to the kitchen.

Cal stood by the stove, wand out. Scylla's eyes immediately narrowed. He'd heard her, not turning as he "pleased" for his life. Sort of. It was more pointing out that he was more useful alive than dead. "Depends on what you burned." She answered slowly. Of course, she wouldn't kill her husband, but that didn't mean she wouldn't make his life hell. Again, all depending on what he burned. Or... As the smell was now making clear melted.

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@scylla

sometime when their children are at school ...

looking back he should have left well enough along and ordered something in. that would always be the smarter option so he'd just chalk tonight up to a moment of stupidity and move on from it, though he doubted that scylla would let him forget about it in a hurry. she seemed very attached to everything in her kitchen and he wasn't itching to tell her what he'd ruined. even though it was just a plastic spoon. it would be better to cut his losses and run, to just shrug, smile and turn to face her and try to endear his way out but there was something in his wifes voice that told him that wouldn't fly tonight.

he turned slowly, raising a brow just slightly as he glanced back at the stove. "it's just a spoon?" he said, as he waved his wand at the black plastic blob on the stovetop, watching it draw together and solidify so he could pick it up. "or it was a spoon." he said as he put his hand over it and tossed it into the air to catch it. "now it's a ball." there was probably a way to fix it, spell it back to what it had been but he wasn't all that great with transfiguring things, it had never been his best magic. "pizza?" he said as he started to cross the kitchen to meet her where she stood.

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May 2025
@calder

The Mugwump family had learned early on that Scylla, with her "active" goblin gene, had a few goblin traits. One of which being her possessiveness. She was lie a dragon and it's hoard in fairytales. She did not like people messing with items that were clearly identified as hers, and hers alone. OF course, being married this caused complications. Thankfully, she considered a great many items as property of the marriage, instead of hers alone. Though there were still items that she solely posses. Her family knew which items those were. So, as he turned around and mentioned a spoon, her expression relaxed. Yes, she still got pissed if items of the marriage were ruined, but in this case it was the other "owner" that ruined it. She could tolerate that. Now, if it had been one of her kids ruining it that would be a different story... "You'll buy a replacement tomorrow. One that's less meltable," she answered slowly and with authority. Even if they could repair it, the smell would probably linger.

Scylla, now reassured that the house wasn't on fire, set her purse down on the dining table, and started to remove her jacket. "The house smells like burnt rubber. Open the windows to air it out." A little bossy, but that was Scylla for you. She didn't hem or haw. She was a straightforward person when she wanted something. She'd just set her jacket down on the table next to her coat when Cal crossed to her, offering pizza. "As long as it's not that greasy place you ordered last time. And they have to have cheese sticks." Scylla was, typically, a healthy person. So overly greasy food wasn't appealing. Though she did make an exception for cheese sticks. Because.. Who didn't love cheese sticks?

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@scylla

sometime when their children are at school ...

he nodded the second that she told him he needed to buy a replacment. it meant he was off the hook, for the most part. he knew she'd bring it up at some point in the future when she needed to hold something against him, though she had a multitude of things she could use against him. sometimes he wondered how they worked, they were almost polar opposites in almost everything but it worked. they made it work and for the most part, they were very happy about that. it was only when he decided to play the idiot that things got a little hairy. like when he decided to spoil the kids or melt certain kitchen appliances or tools. "metal. a nice shiny one. i promise." he said as he walked around the kitchen island and towards her.

he took his wand out of his pocket and muttered softly while waving his hand through the air, the windows blowing open with a soft whoosh and there was a sudden rush of warmish air that blew into the kitchen, bringing in the smell of freshness and pushing out the smell of burnt plastic. "better?" he said, smiling a little as he leaned his elbow down on the counter as he stood next to her. "personally i kind of liked the smell." he said with a light chuckle. he nodded a little and shared her sentiment on the pizza. grease was only good after a night of firewhiskey and he wasn't young enough to pull off a night of liquor anymore. "got it. non greasy pizza, coming your way." he said as he brought two fingers to his forehead in a mock salute. "now how about a kiss and a hello darling?"

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May 2025
@calder

It was almost comical that Calder had belted the spoon. How had he managed that? What had he done to pull that off? Was he really that hopeless in the kitchen? Was it Scylla'a fault he was so hopeless? She did prefer to do most the cooking in the house. Though.... How was he hopeless enough in the kitchen to melt a rubber spoon? Oh well, she'd get to the bottom of it later. For now, he'd promised to buy a new metal one. Scylla nodded, satisfied for the moment.

Calder was acting quite cocky, smiling and leaning against the counter as if unconcerned over what had happened. "You should get your nose tested then," she answered. Of course, he was joking. But he was being far to cocky about it. At least the windows were open so the kitchen could air out. No doubt it would still smell like burnt rubber for the rest of the night.

Thankfully, Calder agreed to her terms regarding the pizza though, then he was asking for a kiss and hello. Scylla narrowed her eyes at him and folded her arms across her chest. There was a part of her that just wanted to refuse. It wouldn't be the first time, either. Scylla was quite stubborn, and when she didn't want to do something she didn't. Almost twenty years of marriage would have taught Calder that. After a moment's glare, she unfolded her arms, grabbed the front of his shirt and practically dragged him down to her level to kiss him firmly. Even in her high heels Calder was quite a bit taller then her. Scylla was on the tall side for a part goblin but by normal standards she was short. Calder, on the other hand, was quite tall. "Hello, darling," she sarcastically said after breaking the kiss, still slightly glaring at him.

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@scylla

sometime when their children are at school ...

he couldn't help but grin when he saw her arms fold over her chest and he saw the subtlety in her eyes narrowing. the small little wrinkles at the corner of her eyes, the way her forehead furrowed a little when she got annoyed at him and even though it might be living dangerously he was also very attracted to her angry face, he always had been. maybe it was a lack of self preservation, he really wasn't sure but he couldn't help it. it would be fifty fifty on whether she actually kissed him. she could come over and kiss him or she could turn around, walk up the stairs to get changed. which if she did, he'd probably follow her up and try and ask about her day and how things were at gringotts, he wouldn't push too far, he'd learned a few lessons over the years.

it took a moment but suddenly she was grabbing his shirt and pulling him down to her level. there was quite a big height difference between them but they still made it work. he leaned down to kiss her back firmly, his hand resting against her waist as he did. though it was a short lived kiss, there was some sentiment behind it, even though it was masked with annoyance. "hello darling, have a good day at work?" he said with that smile of his and he touched his fingers to her neck gently, pressing a kiss to the side of her head affectionately, dropping the act so he could enjoy a quiet moment with his wife.

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May 2025
@calder

Calder took too much pleasure in her annoyance, and, unfortunately, Scylla was easily annoyed. The woman liked things done a certain way, so it as easy to tick her over the edge. Plus, the goblin blood didn't help. It made her more irritable, greedy, and possessive. All things that tended to make one easily annoyed and frustrated by the littlest things. While Scylla had learned to... not react so harshly Calder had a habit of pushing her limits. Maybe that was one of the reasons she married him. Because he was an annoying bastard that could still rile her up after 20 years. At least marriage wasn't boring.

The kiss was short, and she released his shirt after, so he could pull away if desired. He didn't. He'd always been more touchy then her, not that she complained. One hand stayed at her waist, the other the side of her neck. Though, as he spoke, then kissed the side of her head she let out a slow, deep breath. As if to let her previous frustration wash away. It was an affectionate act, one that could calm the part-goblin in an instance. Scylla wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning into his chest. He still smelled like burnt rubber, but she'd put up with it for now. "It was quite lovely, thankfully quiet and no cursebreakers needed legal assistance." Though, the curse breakers portion really meant "I didn't have to yell at anyone for being an idiot". "How was the hospital?" No doubt St. Mungos was exploding. Hag's Fever had been causing quite a bit of trouble for the medical professionals. Her husband, being a head healer, likely had more work then ever.