Australia was a shit hole, well, that was Ash’s less than pleasant feelings at that moment as he stood in the window and watched the gnomes swelter in the heat. It wasn’t the first time he’d wondered at the wisdom of the International Wizarding Police. It seemed entirely possible that they had sent him here hoping that under more heat than his raised in the rainy country of England body could handle that he would crack and spill all his secrets. If this was the case they were not entirely wrong. At this moment he’d tell them that he wet the bed and masturbated to unicorns if they would allow him to go somewhere with a better weather system. Neither of these things were true, well, he did masturbate but not to unicorns.
The uncomfortable weather was not helped by the fact that tension in the house was still high. Ash had not yet corrected his earlier behavior and revelations that he was considering going to Azkaban to repent for his sins and become a free man and the several other things he’d said in that exchange. In this he did not include the point where he pointed out that sex with Elektra would be desirable but at the time very much beyond his capabilities. That statement he stuck by, though, had not said as much to Ele herself.
Once again he found himself in the house with just the other adult and two cats, all of whom seemed to be avoiding him enough that he had the time to study melting Gnomes. As one of the Gnomes in question noticed him looking then decided to use that moment to lazily flip him a middle finger, the British born Wizard decided that perhaps, just perhaps, he should stop putting off the inevitable conversation and turned too go find the Ele.
That was when his laptop started a merry tune. A tune he’d not heard for a long time and not one he was expecting. A sigh escaped him and for a moment he considered ignoring the call but he also knew it was futile, she would just keep calling. So with another sigh he walked over and planted himself in front of his computer and clicked the answer button.
“Hello Meera, to what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked dryly, leaning against the top of the computer desk and looking into the annoyed face of his older sister.
“You said you we’re in Australia on some business with your lot.” started the very annoyed looking woman on the screen, scoffing when he answered in a affirmative “You are lying, Ashkur.” she cut him off as he went to respond “We know you are in Australia, Little Brother, but we also know now that you have been arrested, tried and are working for some wizarding police. We also know you are currently on the run after having kidnapped a woman! Kidnapped, Ashkur, you must release this woman right now and hand yourself back in...”
“Woah, woah, I have not fucking kidnapped anybody. The rest of what you said is true though. The fuck...who told you this?”
“A nice girl named Estelle Devereaux, I think. She visited Mum and told her all these stories about you. Stories that have our very disturbed Mother even more disturbed. She punched one of the nurses Ash! Punched! Why are you looking like that? Why aren’t you saying anything? Askur Rames Gastrell, you tell me what’s going on now!”
“Meera, listen to me carefully. Move Mum too another home, if Estelle shows up again you are to ask that she is removed from the building...do you know understand? Meera! I’m serious...” then he turned around the chair and saw the person he really didn’t need to see standing nearby.
“I have to go, Meera. I love you.” he then cut her off before she could respond before turning back to the person behind him.
“How much of that did you hear?”