Spreading Holiday Cheer

Jack grinned at Silvyr. "Well, my job is breaking people's skulls with Bludgers. As deceptive as my technique here is," she indicated the beginnings of her graffiti, "I'm not a professional street artist."

She shook her cans, before continuing to tie the ropes around her waist. Jack was a bit of a, well, danger junkie. Not usually, but since her partner in crime was currently somewhere held by Death Eaters, she had to do something to get her fix. The other end of the rope had been secured by magic on a pole.

Yes. She was going to scale Big Ben. Too bad she wouldn't have proof for Nemo.

She glanced at the men. "Any of you have a camera on you?"

Silvyr looked baffled, "Ah, No! NO, No, No, NO! This is our job, Jack!" Silvyr said walking over to the edge of the building that she was about to jump off of.

Jack glanced at him. "What job? I'm just trying to kill some time. That phrase 'Pics or it didn't happen' always comes to bite me in the arse. I'll do my little artwork, I just need a picture for proof." She grinned, trying to look unconcerned that he was trying to interrupt the fun. "Camera?"

"No I don't have a bloody camera!" Silvyr screamed. "I'm not stopping this plan Jack. If you promise that you'll write something christmasy then you wont get wreathed. If not then you've been warned!" Silvyr screamed as he turned and walked back to the edge of the building and envisioned the size he wanted the wreath and spoke the charm again in his head.

The wreath grew until it was the right size and Silvyr stopped his spell and looked down to see it hanging right where he wanted it. He ran to the sack and grabbed another wreath before running over to the last empty clock of Big Ben. He could hear Sirens in the distance so he knew he had to work quickly.

When Jack appeared Nick was trying not to be captured. "I say we cut her rope and let her plummet to the ground below" Nick whispered in Silyr's ear. Nick had looked down at Jack and handed her his phone. "One picture, and don't drop it" Nick told her.

OOC: I just can't seem to hit the word count in this thread

James watched non-plussed at the antics between Jack and Silvyr. Who'da thunk that Jack would happen to appear on the same night to take part in some graffiti of her own.

"Jack! If you fall, you better not expect me to catch you!" James hollered, his hand cupped over his mouth to help his voice carry.

James saw that Silvyr was preparing the last wreath, and he ran over to levitate it into position. He heard the sirens and moaned. If the muggles knew of the this little stunt, then he could only assume that the Ministry did as well. It wouldn't do well for him to get caught by the wizarding police force, especially with Jack here. This could get them both suspended from the team until charges were brought and tried. The Falmouth Falcons would never win if they both couldn't play....it'd sure make Tremain happy, though.