Order of The Phoenix
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21 years old
Ravenclaw Alumnus
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PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Luna Lovegood on Sept 2, 2016 1:53:19 GMT
Once the woman was settled with the chocolate Luna had time to think. A sharp pain in her hands drew her attention to her palms. One was covered in thin ribbons of blood, little shards of plate glass stuck in her skin. She sank down onto the floor in front of the woman and shifted her wand in her hand to pluck out the slivers from her wound. The woman spoke and she peeked up from her work, a faint smile playing across her face. Somehow, some way she managed to retain it's signature serene and dreamy look even in the atmosphere of despair the dementors created. "You're welcome. Horrible things, they are."
She rose to her feet again and trailed off towards the back of the shop to find something to use as a bandage. Her patronus stuck to it's post, sitting back on it's hind legs and sniffing at the air as it sat in front of the broken window. It was a bright spot, the sky dreary and overcast from the dementor's influence. Soon she returned and flopped back down on the ground, a rag held against her palm. The woman was speaking again and Luna shook her head, throwing back strands of bleach blonde. "Oh, there are others out there helping, I'm going to get you to safety and then I'll worry about others."
Speaking of despair, with the bleeding fixed and the adrenaline wearing off the worn out feeling started to settle in and the blonde leaned forward, plucking a frog out of the woman's pile "I'm just going to steal one of yours, alright?" Glancing over her shoulder at her hare Luna was satisfied to see it was still as strong as ever, currently bounding around in front of the broken window and set to peel her frog from it's decorative box. The thing tried to leap but she grabbed it, popping the still wiggling chocolate into her mouth and biting off it's little head. "I've got Andros the Invincible, sort've fitting. I think I'll save this one for Ronald." Talking about chocolate frog cards was a nice distraction, not delving into heavy conversation regarding whatever awful memory the dementor's pulled to the front. "Were you at the back to school event or just passing through?" She wasn't likely a parent, having made no mention of having to find a child. "I was looking for a new writing desk myself."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 1:05:15 GMT
Raven’s blonde rescuer didn’t seem to have any interest in leaving her to save the others, preferring to stay with the new caretaker. A fact for which Raven felt both immensely grateful and incredibly guilty. The auror in her couldn’t help being frustrated by her own utter inability to help. She should be out there protecting people, not sitting on the floor like a pitiful coward. She wiped her face with her sleeve to try and stop the few remaining tears. The blonde asked after the chocolate frogs, and Raven nodded her consent. It was the very lead she could do.
Bless her for not asking what memories the Dementors had been forcing Raven to relive. The former auror looked down at her own card as she munched on more of the chocolate critter. “Falco Aeselon. The first Animagus.” She looked up at the blonde with red eyes. “He was a falcon.” As a student at Uagadou, Raven had learned a fair bit about the famous wizard. Learning to be an Animagus was one thing. Actually inventing the concept was something else altogether.
The conversation steered back toward the day’s events, though not quite touching on the chaos still happening outside. Raven shrugged as she finished of her chocolate frog. “I was supposed to be meeting a colleague, but they never showed.” Probably better for them that they hadn’t. It wasn’t like Raven would’ve been able to save them.
The thought of saving people made her suddenly sit up straight. Crap! Aje was out there. And Elias. Raven wasn’t anywhere near okay yet, but she couldn’t sit on the floor while her friends were still out there. “We should go join everyone else,” she said with only a hint of a tremor in her voice. From there she would be able to tell if her friends were safe. And if not… Well, she would cross that bridge when she came to it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 20:09:07 GMT
“Huh?” Mikko was progressing everything slower than he should. He was still in shock. He heard Nicole’s voice telling him to stay. No. Mikko wanted to speak but his body didn’t move. Nicole disappeared from his eyes as she released their touch. The boy fell on the ground, the impact woke him up. He scraped his cheek and knees. He scrambled himself up, sitting alone in a random ally of London. Nicole was gone. Just like that. She left him. He was alone…
There were no dementors needed, Mikko’s fears emerged from the solitude. It had never been in his heart to believe Nicole would leave him. But right now his mind was troubled enough to believe so. He was a fool for believing he’d have a family again. Everyone around him died or disappeared from his life. Damnit. The boy hugged his knees and buried his face in them. He cried. He bloody cried.
There was a loud bang and Mikko shook up. It was Nicole. She came back. He didn’t understand but when she really seemed to be there his chest felt heavy for assuming she’d left him. She’d gone to rescue Smudge. How could he ever forgive himself for thinking such things? Smudge approached him and Mikko picked him up holding him tight. Then he moved to Nicole with tiny careful steps. They were really here, the both of them. He put Smudge back on the ground and crawled on Nicole’s lap, resting his head there. Smudge snuggled against him. “Please…. Never leave me like that again.” His voice was timid and weak unlike anything than the hyperactive goofball he usually was.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 23:55:00 GMT
Nicole’s mind was pretty busy trying to cram her own traumas back into their tidy box, but she was cognizant enough to realize Mikko was crying. Damn it. They never should’ve come here today. Nicole rubbed hard at her own eyes. He could’ve gotten seriously hurt. He could’ve been killed by those things. She would’ve never forgiven herself for that. But he hadn’t. He was here, and he was okay.
Well, sort of. He edged across the ground to put his head in Nicole’s lap. Normally Nicole tended to roll her eyes and push him off when he got all touchy. But right now she was too shaken up. Just the opposite, in fact. Having him so close, knowing he was in one piece, was comforting. Nicole slid her arms around him and held on as much for her sake as his. And then came that small broken voice. Nicole leaned her head back against the wall behind her as her own eyes watered. Life was so shitty. Mikko didn’t deserve to have gone through what he had. And to think she could’ve lost him out there… After what had just happened, she wasn’t letting him out of her sight. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said hoarsely. She leaned down to put her head on his shoulder, wrapping herself around him. “Ever.” A voice in her head whispered that it was a promise she couldn't keep, that the two of them could be ripped apart like a blade of grass. Nicole forced herself to shove the voice back down into the abyss it has risen from. To hell with impossible promises. She would keep this one if it killed her.
Smudge leapt up into her lap as well and curled up against Mikko, apparently needing some affection of his own. Nicole could feel his small body trembling against her leg. She took a breath and let it out. They were okay. They were. Her little family was okay. She just had to keep telling herself that until she believed it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 5:14:12 GMT
Despite being trained in the art of the Patronus by the Boy Who Kicked Butt himself, Seamus was having a difficult time keeping a hold of it; there were just too many Dementors and too many people to protect. Seamus grabbed the arm of a pair of sobbing students and ushered them in the direction of a shop front, his Patronus bounding in front of them. When it returned, he moved forward, his Patronus racing ahead to meet another silvery form - this one not protective, but familiar all the same. The fox chased after a Dementor as Lavender reached out, twining a path around his feet to keep the bone-deep chill at bay. Seamus resisted the urge to shudder as Lavender's hand went right through him, hand reaching up reflexively to catch something that wasn't there. The fox blinked out for a moment and Seamus hissed out another Patronus with effort, eyes locked on the not-space where Lavender was, pushing back against the ice wrapping around his heart. " Ah, I can't leave now," he tried to grin, though his eyes didn't smile, darting across Lavender's unchanging face. " Things are just getting interesting." The people had managed to disperse from his section of the street as his fox danced through the ragged cloaks of the dementors, leaving only stragglers and those who were diving into shops. He could see other Patronus forms in the distance, herding Dementors away for brief spells before the evil beings crowded back in. Coolness trailed down his cheek and Seamus did twitch, then, looking up into Lavender's eyes and dropping his guard once more. It was getting harder to keep a grip on his Patronus. Seamus grit his teeth against the mind-numbing cold that was wrapping around the base of his neck, spiking bad memories and buried emotions into his skull. " Though I wouldn't mind relocating our rendezvous-" he started, and then recoiled as two Dementors swooped overhead, ragged cloaks brushing the top of his head. The fox vanished, and the tepid protection that it was giving him went with it, like he'd been dropped into a tub of ice. Seamus sucked in a break of startled air and turned, only to come face to face with another Dementor, staring him in the face from behind its hood. His mouth worked, trying to speak the Patronus charm, but there was nothing. He felt a great sense of... nothing, as if nothing mattered, nothing motivated him, nothing was even relevant. He wanted to lie down and stop, just press his face to the cobblestone road. What else was there? He couldn't even lift his wand. The Dementor pressed closer, and Seamus stepped back - into Lavender. The chill of her robes passing through him shocked him, and he tripped, sprawling backwards on the stones as the Dementors closed in. His wand was inches from his hand, but Seamus couldn't seem to reach it. His muscles, like his mind, had gone numb. ___________ Lavender Brown |
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Hogwarts
Head of Slytherin
Astronomy Professor
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32 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
Eyeliner on point
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PLAYED BY Gen
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Post by Elias Lâu on Sept 9, 2016 5:51:33 GMT
It was strange, how colour and warmth were suddenly sapped from the universe, as if Elias had been plucked from his current frame and shoved into an old film. Everything seemed tinny and grey, the corners of his vision fogging, and the moments before - Aje and Elias laughing by a shop vendor, bantering over shiny bits and pieces - seemed like a distant dream rather than the work of moments. It was a horrible eternity before Aje covered Elias' hand with his own, and Elias fought to keep focused on that lifeline and the reality of the moment rather than the creeping sensation of being sucked out of place. The two of them, grown wizards and powerful in their own right, stood there like mannequins as they each grappled with their own memories, the feelings of sadness and despair that filled their limbs with lead. Elias choked out words - it felt like a plea, a prayer, like he was begging for something and could barely speak, but the words came, and then Aje managed to regain himself. Elias had never felt more relieved in his life, even as Aje took his hand away. The lack of warmth dropped the bottom of his stomach with nerves, and Elias brought his hands up to clutch at his sides, focusing on keeping his breathing as even as he could and his eyes open on the present instead of the past. One moment he could see and feel - Snatchers, love lost, failures, even images of his family wounded and dying even though such a thing had never happened - terrible things, and the next a faint cloud appeared on those memories, like condensation forming briefly on a mirror. It was only brief, but soon there was a longer respite as a badger bloomed in the air in front of them and Elias finally was Elias again, his hands and fingers and toes all his own and no longer locked, and he gratefully wrapped one arm around Aje's waist as he was towed along, knees wobbly but mind still intact. " Oh, thank Merlin," he whispered, and cleared his throat, grabbing desperately at the fraying strings of his self. " Their fashion sense was beginning to -" his throat worked - " bother me." Finally they were in a shop, and he could breathe. Aje was gathering himself against the door, the panel just enough of a barrier between the horrors of the street and them, and Elias slumped against a counter, head down, trying to regain all the air that he felt like he'd lost. " Am now," he finally said, which wasn't even a lie - Merlin, anything was fine compared to what was out there - and pushed up, propping himself up on his elbows. He was thankful for the counter - without which he'd probably do the very undignified thing and fall to his knees. " Take your time. You're the one with the magic hands." Elias offered a small smile, pulling the expression to his lips with what seemed like monumental effort. " Are you - okay?" he asked, brow furrowed as he examined his friend. _________________ Aje Odili |
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