e m m e l i n e ♔ (advancingly) wrote in valesco,
@ 2010-06-05 20:12:00

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bianca aubrey, chester scabior, edward pennifold, elliot alderton, ellsinore alderton, emmeline vance, frank longbottom, group

Diagon Alley Attacks --- Backdated for Friday --- Open to All!
"Ex--cuse, me---move, move, move!"

Didn't people know how to act in a time of crisis? You didn't stand around screaming bloody murder, staring at the rays of hexes and jinxes while you waited to get hit by one of them. You moved, you hid, you did whatever you could to stop the bloody death eaters that were interrupting the peace. You didn't become a distraction or something that could cause even more harm. Emmeline jumped and twisted and forced herself through the crowd of people surging in every which direction. This was going to be such a disaster.

Emmeline wished she hadn't offered to take the package to Flourish and Blotts. The package was too delicate to let an owl deliver it, Patrick had to head home early because of his daughter, and seeing as it was only a five minute walk, hey! Get some sun, earn some brownie points from the cousin who was constantly harassing her to do stuff other than ogle at her nerdy boyfriend! Haa. She wished she'd just refused and taken on the extra paperwork, but that meant that Edward would have probably taken the walk to Flourish and Blotts and Emmeline knew for a fact that he would have either frozen in terror or with his bad luck been shot in the head once the first death eaters showed up.

Okay, stop the morbid thoughts.

The door of Calliope's jingled pleasantly, completely ignorant of the chaos that was going on just down the block. Emmeline knew it wouldn't be long before they reached the publisher. "Edward! We've got to go!" she shouted, trying to keep her voice from sounding too stressed. "Come on!"

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fortunesfool
2010-06-09 02:45 pm UTC (link)

Today was supposed to be a good day. Today, Elliot was going to walk into Flourish and Blotts, sweep up his wife for lunch, and tell her that he had done the impossible. Elliot Bean Alderton, werewolf, had landed a job. He could hardly believe it himself, and wondered how hard it would be to convince his wife of the news.

It wasn't anything to brag about, really. He'd scored so many N.E.W.T.s and worked so hard in the ministry all these years that a custodial job at a local muggle high school shouldn't be something to beam about. But, he'd managed to win the administrators over and make them believe that the random days of the month he couldn't make it to work were because of religious observances. Elliot hoped he wouldn't have to miss that many days of work, so maybe having something to go to during the full moon days would get him out of bed.

Elliot had a little hop to his step today, and it took him almost until he had reached the bookstore to realize that something was wrong in the alley. His expression when he saw the death eaters wasn't one of surprise, it was something like disasppoint.

"Really?" he actually let out. Bloody hell! He had the worse damn luck in the world. Allowing himself another second to be miserable for himself, his mind snapped back to reality and shot a jolt of fear and adrenaline through him. Death eaters! In Diagon Alley! He had to get Elsie! Elliot focused and pushed himself through the crowd that was running in the opposite direction of the bookstore (that couldn't be good) and when he broke through the crowd let out a yelp of pain as a spell singed his sleeve, cutting straight through to his shoulder.

Worst. Luck. Ever.

But there was his wife! "Elsie!" Elliot shouted, planting his other hand on his injured shoulder. She looked okay, and that's what mattered right now, "Elsie!"

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softwhatlight
2010-06-09 08:36 pm UTC (link)

"Elliot!" Fear turned to surprise, turned to relief, but was short-lived before she saw his damaged shoulder, Elliot trying his best to nurse it. She took off running towards the door, heedless of the wide expanse of window that she crossed in order to get there. It was all she could do to avoid slamming into him like a ton of bricks, just to get her arms around him and make sure he was okay. Being pitted into situations like these repeatedly—it didn't make one stronger or braver, it made one more fearful, having witnessed how easy it would be to not make it through the ordeal alive. Elsie tried not to think about that as she pried Elliot's hand away from the wound, looking at it with poorly concealed worry.

"We can't go back out there," she whispered, locking the door though it would do no good against a real threat. "It's too dangerous. And you shouldn't move that shoulder too much—running—running would hurt it more."

She bit her lip anxiously as she looked about the store, trying to cut the clearest path to the backroom with her eyes.

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fortunesfool
2010-06-11 02:27 am UTC (link)

Elliot's breaths were harsh as Elsie led him around. The injury didn't really hurt, because after having all of your bones stretched and broken and realigned month after month nothing really hurt, but it was irritating. His eyes shut tightly as he tried to calm himself down, knowing that it would make no sense to panic. They'd just get themselves killed, and that would of course be counterproductive to actually living their lives.

"We have to get to the apparation point at the Leaky," Elliot said, opening his eyes with a deep breath. From the store windows he could see the chaos in front of Fortescue's, and robes flying everywhich way from Madam Malkin's. How much of an effort would the death eaters put into breaking into a bookstore? Were they looking for someone, or were they just looking to cause havoc? As the glass of the front door shattered, creating a bang that could deafen, Elliot got his answer.

He immediately tugged Elsie to the ground behind the counter, his good arm wrapping around her to make them as small as possible. Elliot's eyes shut tightly and he sucked in a breath, hoping not to hear the footsteps of a death eater entering the bookstore. When he actually didn't hear those terrifying sounds, but knowing it wouldn't be long until he did, Elliot shot to his feet,

"Come on!" he let out, looking toward the door and seeing a pair of death eaters a meter or so outside on the pavement. They may not have seen them, they might not have seen them---

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