◎ c h a r l i e (spinnets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-08-05 21:33:00

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chester scabior, christopher loftus, derek dobbs, diagon alley, earthquake, elphias doge, emmeline vance, gabriel corner, glenda prewett, greta catchlove, group, javier spinnet, jonas ackerly, kobe ackerly, lyssandra vance, miranda frobisher, nicholas hooke, noah boot, patrick vance, ralph frobisher, sebastian goldstein, severus snape

DIAGON ALLEY, EARTHQUAKE
"And you know what? There is not a sale worth going out in this heat, I'm serious!"

Javier grinned, putting up his hands in a defensive manner, "I'm sorry, but I don't need a pair of robes that badly, have you seen those temperatures? I'm surprised Fortescue's is still standing, would've thought they'd have melted awaaaaaay----whoa, what is---"

He gripped onto the desk, eyes widening as he rumbled and rolled away because the fucking building was shaking! Javier let out numerous words that were not politically correct to say on the wireless, and toppled out of his chair, busting his head on the floor. Strings of angry Spanish soared out of his mouth as he crawled up to his knees, and Javier grabbed the microphone.

Through the glass he saw that the other members of his staff were looking like they'd just been shot, and it took Javier a few good seconds to realize what the fuck happened, as another rumbling, rolling coursed through the studio. Javier dropped to the ground, covering his head with his hand as he shouted angrily into the microphone:

"ARE WE EXPERIENCING A FUCKING EARTHQUAKE IN DIAGON ALLEY?"

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Mer!

bigd
2009-08-08 07:47 am UTC (link)

A day off would be good, Derek had decided. A day off was a chance for him to get some fresh air, clear his head, and just escape from life for a day. Not that he didn't love his job and the release it afforded him, or the fact that he was no longer coming home to a drab, empty flat at the end of the day, but sometimes… the need for escape was overwhelming. Work was getting increasingly stressful over the last few weeks, not to mention tasks for the Order, and Derek had been putting in overtime, as a means of cautiously giving Vinny his space for the rocky period his friend must have been going through.

But today, no patrols, no underground groups of rebellion to bother with, none of it. Just a quiet day to himself.

Or it would have been, had the fates not been constantly conspiring against the poor man.

On the streets of Muggle London, not far from the Leaky Cauldron, which was his eventual destination, Derek noted that traffic of the vehicular and foot kind were abundant—more so than usual. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a flash of blonde hair—ordinarily not anything to concern him, but it was this precise shade of blonde (nearly platinum, thus, very easy to pick out of a crowd) that was unmistakable. This might have been cause for Derek to walk right on by, had he not noticed the girl about to step onto the street, right in path of an oncoming lorry, and one that was showing no signs of slowing down, at that.

Derek's mind had not even processed what was happening as instinct took over, his size cutting an easy path through the floods of people as he as fast as he could. He pulled his wand from the back of his jeans' pocket as he sped up, but no spell of any kind was coming to mind—all he could see was the ugly collision that would be taking place if he didn't hurry.

The horn blared as he dove into the street, knocking Meredith out of the way, into the other lane. It braked suddenly, the driver tossing out words that undoubtedly contained many expletives that drowned out as the tires squealed and he took off again.

"Idiot!" Derek yelled, trying to move them before the break in traffic disappeared. "The signal was still red!"

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mymeredith
2009-08-12 07:06 am UTC (link)

"Don't call me an idiot!"

The words came out of her mouth in an offended tone before she had even realized what had happened, much less who had said them.

Meredith Fielding had been out for a calming walk downtown. A nice walk, an escape from the depressing atmosphere of home and the friends who still, months later, had not stopped asking if she was okay every five minutes. Didn't they know how ungodly sick she got of that? Didn't they all know how much better things would be if she didn't have to be constantly reminded that there was something that she should be not feeling okay about? She knew, alright. When you felt--knew you would feel for the rest of your life--that half of you was missing, it was pretty fucking abundantly clear that there was something not okay. So---a walk. Barely having escaped the house before her mother started weeping over the photos on the mantle again, she was out for a walk.

Which did not fucking include being thrown to the god damn ground by some dickhead stranger!

"The signal was still red!"

Oh.

The agitation washed off her face as Meredith glanced at the car speeding off. Merlin, had she really almost just done that? It was ironic that now, after the fact, her heart had begun to pound with the adreneline of the close call with---well, with something she didn't really need to think about.

"Sorry---thank you," she muttered, finally tearing her eyes off the road and towards the man who'd saved her. "I guess I---oh."

Wasn't that just her luck.

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bigd
2009-08-12 09:22 am UTC (link)

The adrenaline was still pumping away to high glory in Derek's system as his brain started to catch up to the preceding events. He had just knocked Meredith Fielding, recent Hogwarts, Hufflepuff graduate out of the way of a speeding truck, which led to them laying the middle of road through which much Muggle traffic passed.

They needed to move.

He unceremoniously gathered her up, half-carrying and half-dragging her (Hey, he insisted, it was completely her own call to decide if she wanted to walk) to the other side of the road she'd been so eager to cross before the cars down the street started looming closer. Setting her down, just as unceremoniously, he waited for his heart to subside in its racing before giving her a good piece of his mind. When it showed no indication of slowing, he elected to tear into her anyway.

"What the hell were you thinking, just charging off into traffic like that? What are you even doing in this part of London?" Despite the fact that Meredith struck him as looking shaken, and possibly even abashed for her blunder, the testosterone-charged, adrenaline-pumped Derek Dobbs could pay no attention to finer details as those. "Say I hadn't been here—no, just too slow--do you know what would have happened? I just—"

He broke off mid-sentence with a frustrated sigh and a fist slamming into the light pole beside them. There was this hero-complex he was starting to develop, and the brakes needed to be applied firmly in that respect—car metaphors aside. But this girl had just been pulled out of the street, and she probably knew how close she was cutting it; why did she need it reiterated by him?

"Sorry," Derek muttered, running his hand over his face, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm himself. "Sorry, I just—are you all right? I must have knocked you pretty hard… maybe I should check for broken bones, or something?"

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