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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Dung!

__frankish
2010-06-11 01:58 am UTC (link)

Frank swung his body around in a tired manner, his eye fixed on the farthest wall in Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Five death eaters had just come through the supposedly secret door that the Order used to get into Diagon undetected. Good thing he had decided stop over there just to make sure something had been compromised--- when he had arrived, a man he vaguely recognized was throwing things from cauldrons to ice cream scoopers at the masked men.

Now that they were experiencing something of a lull (because Frank was very sure more death eaters would be coming through soon), he figured he should at least let the other man be aware of who he was.

"Auror Frank Longbottom," Frank spoke with a strained smile, one eye still fixed on the portal as he turned his gaze to get a good look at the other man's face. He was working, making it difficult to switch back to a more publicly relatable mode. Plus, the fact that death eaters had found out very secret Order information was a bit of a distracting fact. But there was no time to send out a patronus now, let alone in front of another person.

He blinked slowly for a few seconds, refocusing his mind back to the task at hand. Deal with death eaters now, then deal with a prospective security break in the Order later.

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mundungus
2010-06-11 09:51 am UTC (link)

Fortescue's was like home. Except that it was an ice cream shop. It was one of his jobs - his true one, anyway, but it also had Florean (it had been a while since he'd stopped calling him Mister Fortescue) who was Liz's father and Dung had known that the man would be in here alone. He'd just stepped out for a moment to check on some of his purchases when all hell had broken loose. Dung had fought his way back to the store, just to check on the man and had found a nest of Death Eaters swarming their way out of seemingly nowhere.

He had fought them off - and was doing a great job at it too, modified summoning charms were somewhat of his specialty and he did have a bag of stolen and shrunken cauldrons, it had caught them off guard really - until someone showed up to help.

Dung was about to thank the man once the current group were taken care of, until he actually spoke. An auror? An Auror Longbottom? Just really, really great. Dung cursed quietly to himself, glad that he had used all his ammo. He summoned the cauldrons back to his bag, readying up for another fight and giving the auror a curt nod.

"Dung," he introduced himself in a gruff manner. He knew who Frank Longbottom was, but was sure the man would have no idea and really not care who he was.

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