JAMES randall POTTER (misterprongs) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-07-27 14:39:00

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caradoc dearborn, dedalus diggle, edgar bones, emmeline vance, fabian prewett, gideon prewett, james potter, lily potter, peter pettigrew, remus lupin

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James sat in the corner of the Order house's living room, bending his shoulders in to fit against the walls. With his knees up and head pushed as far back as he could, it seemed that he was literally trying to disappear between the cracks, to become one with the stagnant, unfeeling wall. He couldn't hear the soft murmuring that was going around the house, he'd tuned himself out of that what felt like ages ago. If he dared pay attention again, it would only force him to listen to the crying and horrible mutterings of the rest of the Order. The only reason he'd left the house was to await any sort of news from the Longbottoms, who had apparently come up with a valid way to capture Travers, the fucking bastard---

"James."

His eyes lifted to stare up at Emmeline Vance, who was far too dressed up to be here.

"Why are you wearing that?" he muttered. She looked down at the green dress and sighed, pulling at the ponytail that looked like it'd been done and undone a hundred times.

"I was at Jugson's wedding when--everything."

"Oh." James looked down and across the living room to try and garner the other members' faces. He didn't want to deal with them, but felt this unnerving need to. "What?" he asked when Emmeline didn't move.

"I took a calming serum from the basement," she said quietly, "for--Anneliese, my friend? She's--Jugson, and...pregnant, and--"

"Fine."

He watched her twitch and then she turned to cross the room again, and James' gaze dropped back down to the ground. What the hell did it matter, anyway? Not like they did any sort of good any more, the Order. They'd let one of their own get taken, right out from under their noses. What was the point?

OOC: This thread is intending for...anything the Order wants to do. Rant/vent/cry/plan/plot/mentally ramble. Tag others or do a stand-alone, your choice. Getting them all together is the important thing.

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Emmeline & Elphias

violetto_phat
2008-07-27 10:54 pm UTC (link)

He was starting to think that no one was going to say anything. It seemed like the quiet that had sunk into the room would stay there forever, and they would spend the rest of the day with ringing in their ears. Unfortunately for Dedalus, the room wasn’t completely silent. No, he caught bits and pieces of people’s thoughts every now and then, wishing that he wasn’t so tense and stressed, which was why it wasn’t so easy for him to control it. As soon as he heard the first couple of words that were going on in some of the other members’ heads, he concentrated hard on shutting it off. Most of the time, he just caught ‘Oh my God…’s and things like that. Other times, however, he’d hear something different, something about Travers. He didn’t want to hear any of it, and he didn’t want to make it obvious that he was hearing it. So, he just sat there, staring at the floor. It wasn’t until he heard a conversation between two voices going on did he realize that people were actually talking.

Looking up, he stared up at Emmeline, listening to her quietly explain to James that she had taken something for Anneliese. The news that she was pregnant didn’t even do anything to him. Not right then. He had too been at the Jugson wedding, but unlike Emmeline, he had been able to change and get into more casual clothing the night before. Her still being in her dress didn’t surprise him at all. Actually, he would have been more shocked if she wasn’t still in her clothes from the wedding.

After the two had finished their conversation, Dedalus ran his hand through his hair, feeling his fingers tangle into his brunette strands. He sighed heavily, getting another visual of Travers being cut up into a million pieces (he couldn’t even count how many forms of torture had flashed into his head; the Order’s daydreams of revenge, for what had been done to Marlie and her family), and finally rose to his feet. His eyes met Emmeline’s, but he looked away almost immediately. He had been sitting next to Elphias, and gave him a look as well before he headed into the kitchen. He didn’t expect them to follow him out, but he just needed to get out of that room, for quite a few reasons.

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advancingly
2008-07-28 04:49 pm UTC (link)

Emmeline did not want to be there. She had no desire to be in the Order house, she had no desire to be near any of these people, she had absolutely no desire to be---to be--

She entered the kitchen because there was no where else to go, but it was the furthest away from where everyone was most miserable. She could ignore Prewett for now, because if anyone decided to be annoying, Emmeline had the feeling that no one else would notice if she blew their head straight off. She was so tired, so frustrated, so--she hated that she hadn't been good friends with Marlie, she hated that the last good time she'd had with the girl was Wizard of Oz, because the last thing that really stuck out to Emmeline were the older Gryffindor girls tearing the mickey out of her after the stupid gossip rag.

How stupid was that? She'd been quietly annoyed at them since school ended, and now it all seemed so ridiculous and petty that Emmeline couldn't believe she actually had bothered to care in the first place. The Order had been hit, and it had been hit hard.This was the start of something terrible, and Emmeline's quick working mind would not slow down enough to stop her from thinking: who's next?

Of course her thoughts flipped to Caradoc, he was the most obvious. Most of her reasoning behind darting her eyes away from Dedalus (though he didn't seem to be keen on making eye contact with anyone either) was to keep the flashing thoughts of Caradoc being discovered at bay. She forced them away (oh, yes, she was definitely going to pick up some Occlumency books after Caradoc's little stunt at the party) and pressed her fingers to her temple, trying to force herself to stay up without getting strung out on coffee and annoying everyone.

This needed to be over. Someone needed to get a time turner, go back to last night, and save the McKinnons. That was the only way the Order was going to be able to jump back.

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violetto_phat
2008-07-28 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Pulling out a chair, Dedalus let himself plop down into it rather unceremoniously, and crossed his arms on the table, letting his forehead rest on them. His eyes shut, and it wasn’t long until he heard footsteps enter into the room. Without having to look up, he knew who it was. Only Emmeline would have some of the visions in her head that were now popping into his own at random intervals. Caradoc would pop into his head every now and then, but so did every other order member. He didn’t know what she was thinking about that involved him, he just knew that he was there.

Her thought about the time turner, however, was much clearer. He got a bit tense, remembering back to when he once had one, and just let out a sigh. “It’s not that easy…” he muttered, not even thinking about the fact that he wasn’t supposed to even hear that. It took him a few seconds before his head lifted and he looked at her apologetically. “Sorry…I wasn’t trying to listen in, it’s just…every station is coming in at once. Sort of why I moved away from the crowd, since everything was just starting to blur together.” It was bad enough having to deal with his own grief about Marlie, but to deal with everyone else’s? No way…

He moved his arms, now resting his elbows on the table as he pressed his palms into his temples, staring at a vacant spot on the floor. “…I feel like I should be doing something more than what I’m actually doing…”

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missusprongs
2008-07-27 11:29 pm UTC (link)

She still couldn't believe it.

No matter how many hours Lily sat around and mulled over the terrible reality of what had just happened, she still couldn't believe it. She couldn't fathom how someone she had just talked to less than a day ago, someone she had been friends with for years (well, there had been that one rough spot, but--), someone she had loved like a sister, could just be gone. But even though she was in such a state of disbelief, Lily was still furious. Livid, raging mad, whatever you wanted to call this emotion that had her clenching and unclenching her fists every minute or so, imagining they were around Travers' sorry neck.

She had been at the Order house for a long while now, sitting in the same chair in the kitchen and just---being silent. Thinking. What else was she supposed to do? There was nothing that she, or anyone, could do for Marlene and her family now. The helplessness had to be the worst feeling in the world, because Lily---Lily was a doer. If there was a problem, she got up and did something to fix it, make it right again---but this, this she could do nothing to fix. This was a friend, a fellow Order member, who had been slaughtered without being given a chance, this was Marlie---

Just barely resisting a frustrated yell, Lily very suddenly shot up out of her chair and began to pace in the kitchen, ignoring the stiffness in her limbs. She had to get up and move, she had to do something, make herself feel like she wasn't as completely fucking useless as she knew she was at the moment.

She brought her head up for a moment to look up at the rest of the Order that was assembled there, but her eyes went instantly to James. Sitting there and just... sitting there, really, that was all. Miserable, he looked more miserable than most of the others there, which was no easy feat. Lily stopped and watched him stare at the ground a good few minutes, and felt her heart wrench; he and Marlie had been closer than she and Marlie many days.

She hesitated for just a second before forcing her feet to move, cross the distance between them, and without invitation Lily sat down next to her husband. She opened her mouth to say something, but realized quickly that she had no idea what to tell him, and closed it again. Instead, she reached out found his hand, squeezing it tightly for a brief moment.

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misterprongs
2008-07-28 12:46 am UTC (link)

There was something inside of James that was bashing around, flailing madly and trying to escape; a monster in his chest that needed to execute its emotion or it would surely destroy him. He wasn't normally one to keep his feeling bottled up, or force himself to hold it together and not react, but the complete sense of loss that James felt was overwhelming his need to get up and fight.

He had been watching Lily move back and forth, his eyes were just dull and bored because he knew nothing could be done. The aurors had the entire house sealed; so unless they found evidence leading back to Travers, there was literally nothing else to be done.

Marlie was dead, and that was it.

James looked down at their hands as Lily grasped his and he did squeeze it back. The last time he'd experienced a loss like this it had been his mother, someone who had been sick for a long time, who James had imagined having to deal with dying many times before it actually happened. Marlie was---she was the first girl he managed to date for over six months, she was the first one he had said he loved, she was his first love, his first--time, and she was someone who nearly knew him better than himself. So--no, he hadn't imagined her death, if anything, James had pictured himself dying before she did, Marlie was---Marlie.

"I want to kill him," he muttered lowly, surprising himself at how easily the words slipped out. James had been angry before, viciously so, but right at that moment he was positive that he could hurl the killing curse at Travers, that he would use the same dark magic that had killed Marlie against her murderer. He found nothing wrong with that, and his eyes flicked up to catch Lily's, a heated look of determination on his face.

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missusprongs
2008-07-28 02:37 am UTC (link)

"I do too," Lily muttered. Her free arm wrapped around James' shoulders and she leaned her forehead against his cheek. Lily would have liked to think that the physical closeness served as some degree of comfort for her husband, but it would have been a lie to say that she was being close only for his benefit. Lily needed to feel like she was helping someone, because even though she couldn't do a damn thing about Marlie, maybe she could get herself under the illusion that she was doing something for James---

Oh honestly, it was the stupidest thing she had ever heard. It really was just an illusion, she knew it because she knew that no one could help her cope with this. And Orpheus Travers was the cause.

It was unbelievable, that someone they had gone to school with had gone and murdered one of her best friends. Even if he had been a cruel fucker, even if so many others they had known had taken the same path that he had, it was still so---it felt like one of their own had betrayed Marlie. And, like James, Lily was completely certain that if someone asked her to go out and get vengeance, she would do it without question. And as much as it should have shamed her, she'd enjoy doing it.

"We'll get him." She wasn't sure how she managed to make herself sound so certain when she just couldn't be, but somehow she did it. For him. "Even if we don't get him today, if the Ministry doesn't lock him up; we'll get him. I'm going to make sure we give that bastard what he's got coming to him."

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misterwormtail
2008-07-27 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Peter Pettigrew knew for a fact that he was hardly tough. He didn’t have a thick skin like James, Sirius, or Remus, and he had a habit of letting things get to him. He broke under pressure, he didn’t stand up for himself, and when things got bad? He cried.

For something like this, he shouldn’t have been ashamed of showing his emotions, of being upset about the horrible occurrences that had happened just the other night. Sure, him and Marlie weren’t best friends or anything, but she had been nice to him. When she had been with James, she had always talked to him, even though he hadn’t ever been able to have a true conversation with her, due to his nervousness around anyone who was female. They had said hello, and briefly mentioned how their day had been, and once he could actually form a sentence around her, they had become pretty friendly. He saw her at the Order house a lot, and would say hi, and smile, and…he just liked her. He liked her as a person, she was sweet, and adorable, and…she was a likable person.

Raising his hand, he rubbed his eyes with his palms, sniffling quietly as he sat in the bathroom. He had just walked out of the living room without saying a word, and had locked himself in there for quite some time. Well, actually he hadn’t locked the door, because he had forgotten to. So, he just sat on top of the toilet, trying to not look so pathetic before he went out to face the Order house again. Unfortunately, someone had come to him before he had the chance. He dropped his hands down quickly as he heard someone turn the knob and rose to his feet quickly to turn his back on the door, frantically drying his eyes. “You n-need to get in here?”

He didn’t even know who he was talking to, but he just hoped his voice wasn’t as raspy as he thought it was.

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edgars
2008-07-28 04:04 am UTC (link)

"Just wanted to be alone for a second."

Ed nodded at Peter, then dropped his eyes to his fist, which he had been examining with great interest. His left fist was raw and red, and was currently covered with a bit of dried blood, and it hurt like hell. Well, he supposed that would happen when one punched a wall. However, this physical was in no way mirroring the pain in his heart - where a maelstrom of pain, rage, and sorrow lay. He had refused any help with his hand, initially. However, as it continued to throb, he figured that he should have someone place a Healing spell of some sort on it... only Healing reminded him of Matt.

He leaned against the wall, taking a deep, shaky breath. "But if you need it, go ahead."

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misterwormtail
2008-07-28 04:20 am UTC (link)

Oh, of all the people who could have been standing in that doorway, it had to be Edgar Bones, Marlene’s cousin. For some strange reason, Peter had a feeling that maybe Ed would be mad at him for crying like he was, like he didn’t really have any reason to be reacting that way. Like maybe he was over reacting. But, no, that didn’t really make sense. Marlene was gone, this was hardly an over reaction. Even so, he was still afraid to turn around and face him until he was sure all the moisture was away from his face.

“No, I’m…I can leave.” With one final swipe under his eyes, he turned around, his hands moving together in front of him. At times, the nervous habit made him resemble a rodent, and he was almost positive that with his red, puffy eyes, this was one of those moments. “I was just a-about to go b-b…to go back.” He hated that his stutter returned when he least wanted it to. Not that he ever wanted it to, but it was always rather inconvenient. At least it didn’t stay as long as it used to…

But right now was not the time to think about that.

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edgars
2008-07-28 08:15 am UTC (link)

Ed watched him carefully. He was never really that close to Peter, he only knew who he was because Marlie knew him. Actually, he thought with a pain, the only reason he knew most of the Gryffindors in the Ordre house was because of her. He swallowed hard and placed his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"I nearly can't believe it. I just - I just fucking can't." His voice was low, and a few tears sprang in his eyes. "I know we knew the risks involved in being with the Order, fighting against fucking - fucking You-Know-Who..." He had to take a breath to calm himself down. "And I know this sounds ridiculous, but. She really was the last person I'd imagine... imagine."

He didn't want to say it, it would make it all the more real. "She's the last person I'd imagine dying first." He muttered the last sentence as fast as he could, angrily wiping the tears away from his eyes.

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fabulously_fab
2008-07-28 01:16 am UTC (link)

Fabian really didn’t know how he should feel. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be more angry, or more upset by the deaths of the McKinnon’s. At the moment, he was a little bit of both, evenly spread out so that he wasn’t feeling more of one than the other. But then there was a strange feeling of guilt. He didn’t feel guilty because he couldn’t stop Orpheus Travers from tearing a family apart, that he couldn’t stop him from causing such good people so much pain, but guilty because he didn’t know how he was supposed to comfort anyone else who was feeling so heartbroken about the situation. It would have been ridiculous for him to start balling, or to throw some sort of fit, since other members of the Order who were much closer to Marlene were doing neither.

He loved Marlie, he did. She was a great person, and she was a great Quidditch player, and they always got along, and to know that she was gone was just…difficult. It was hard to get used to, knowing that he wasn’t going to see her walk in through the door, full of energy and life, like she always was. It was hard on everyone. Then there was Melinda. He only knew her casually, since she and Sirius had…something going on, he didn’t even know what. But he had spoken to her a few times, and he liked her. He didn’t know the rest of the family, but knowing that they all died so tragically broke him up.

Sitting in the dining room, he stirred at a cup of tea that someone had left there from probably the day before. It was ice cold, and half empty, but it gave him something to do. Something to concentrate on, since he was sure that if he walked into the living room, he would have to walk right back out again. There was nothing he could do for any of his friends, and for the time being, he thought it would be best to just separate himself, and let everyone grieve in their own way. It was all he really could do.

Continuing to stare at the tea cup, he concentrated on the gentle clicks the metal spoon made against the ceramic mug, being too distracted to notice that someone had just walked into the room until he caught sight of them out of the corner of his eye. The clicking stopped immediately.

“…is there any more news?”

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mistermoony
2008-07-29 09:58 pm UTC (link)

"No," Remus supplied gently as he placed a cup of fresh tea on the table next to Fabian's hand. He had seen him before (while hiding himself away in the kitchen) just tapping away at the old cup innocently. Or new, Remus honestly didn't know. But what he did know was that making new tea did distract him for a few minutes, and everyone always needed new tea whether they actually wanted to drink it or not.

"We're still waiting for Frank and Alice to return," he sighed, easing himself into the chair while motioning to Fabian that the tea was for him. It was funny, Remus wasn't feeling as horrible right now as he had been expecting he would be. Yes, the news of Marlie's death had been--- he was upset. But not the chest wrenching pain he had felt before with other instances like this. He felt quite numb, actually, which might have scarred him if he didn't feel so blank.

Maybe the thought that the only family was just gone hadn't truely sunk in yet; he severely hoped that was only it.

"Who knows when they'll get back."

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fabulously_fab
2008-07-29 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Fabian felt his shoulders slump slightly when Remus told him that no, there was nothing new to report. It was disappointing, since he wanted to know as much as he could, so he could try to figure out why all of this had happened. Why it was them. But, when he thought about it, there wasn’t really anything he could do with the information, right? Maybe knowing the who, what, where, when, why and how would make it easier to accept. Then again, for all he knew, it would just make things harder.

“Thanks…” He said with a halfhearted smirk, reaching out to take the mug in his hands. The warmth felt good, and it was only now, when he had caffeine right there in front of him, did he realize how tired he was. The entire weekend was just…crazy. He and Bess were looking into getting a house together, which is something he had only thought about doing with one other person in the past, and that person was getting married. Well, she already was married by now, to William Jugson. It bothered him that he still got angry whenever he thought of him, whenever he thought of her with him, even though he had moved on and was now happy and content in a new relationship.

But that wasn’t what he was thinking about. No, Anneliese was so far from his mind right now. He was just thinking about the McKinnons. “I guess we’ll just have to wait it out than, yeah?” A shrug was given as he lifted the mug to his lips, taking a sip of the warm, sweet liquid that was inside. Placing it down, he leaned back into his chair, lifting his arms as he took a deep breath, exhaling it as a heavy sigh as he placed his hands behind his head. “I haven’t even talked to Vinny yet…” He stared down at the table, shaking his head. “Then again, I’m not really sure what I’d say to him.”

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docstheword
2008-07-29 02:55 am UTC (link)

He couldn't sit, and he couldn't stand--- he couldn't stay here. The disturbing part was (though not to him, exactly) that he wasn't even thinking about Marlene McKinnon or her family. To anyone else, though… yes, it could be perceived that he had grown a heart and was now pensively mourning her death. But, no. She was far from his thoughts, because there was much bigger shit just that close to exploding in their faces.

How could he have been so--- of fucking course fucking Evan wouldn't have known that soon about Orpheus, and so then there he went just-- assuming that of bloody course Evan knew everything he did (luckily, Caradoc didn't believe that his friend had caught on to that minor detail just yet; he had time). This was bad, incredibly--- there was no convincing lie to explain why he had known so soon before everyone else, except involvement. Caradoc pushed his back further into the wall next to the door, hand heavy as it covered his face.

He had to do something. Anything to move the focus from--- them to someone else. Because he sure as hell wasn't going to go down because Orpheus fucking Travers got stupid one time. Caradoc's hand suddenly dropped from his face as one pure notion cleared in his chaotic thoughts.

Orpheus couldn't be the only one there. It's very possible that there were other people that helped kill the family of six.

Caradoc sucked in a loud breath of air, silently demanding attention. "We can get more people than Travers for doing this," he stated suddenly, looking up toward the corner of the room rather than the inhabitants in it. Hahaa... this was fucked up.

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gideon
2008-08-01 04:26 pm UTC (link)

Gideon really shouldn't have been there. Gleny was asleep in the hospital, and he'd snuck away after making sure she wasn't faking for his sake. Telling her had been difficult - harder even than finding out because he'd been unable to find the words to speak to her, to tell her that their friend had been brutally murdered. Gideon had crawled in bed with Gleny and explained it, slowly and tried to keep a still face for her while she reacted. Once she'd fallen asleep for good, maybe with the aid of a sleeping potion, Gideon hadn't been quite sure what the healer had been giving her, but the fact that she'd been so stressed out about being in the hospital, with the added affect of grief, it was good she was out, hopefully for a few hours. He'd gotten a nurse to set an alert for him, so his watch would make a noise when she was awake and he could come in quickly.

He hadn't anywhere else to go, however. So the Order house it was. Gideon was standing in front of a foe glass that Moody had mounted on the wall in the room, glad there wasn't anyone in it that he could see clearly. There wasn't danger, right now, but there was. This was...jarring, at the least. Gideon had a child on the way in less than a week and he was brining him into the world where six people had just been brutally killed.

The thoughts made him feel so off kilter and edgy, he jumped a little at Caradoc's sudden statement, blinking at the foe glass slightly and stepping away from it, turning around to stare at Caradoc. "What?"

It wasn't that Gideon didn't hear him, he just wasn't inside Caradoc's mind and not privy to his train of thoughts, but the idea intrigued Gideon. He didn't really know a lot about Travers or about his friends, but that he could remember he was Caradoc's roommate (he could hardly imagine the thoughts that must have been going through the Slytherin's mind right then) but he didn't seem an especially stupid fellow. Generally you could tell by how they looked...really. Not that Voldemort had been known to pick the best and brightest (that's what they were of course, and why they were blindsided by dirty tactics).

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