She pulled the invisibility cloak tighter over herself, taking in deep, steady breaths. The streets of Godric's Hollow were calm, still, not a person in sight as it was rather late; in the houses of the muggles in the area, you could see the telly flickering through the windows. Alice couldn't see the Order members hidden about the town, but she had a rough idea of where they were all located. It was strange to have the upper hand for once, but she knew it wouldn't last for long, no matter how pessimistic a thought. The tip to Dumbledore had arrived with a good amount of time before nightfall and had given the Order a lot of time to prepare for whatever was going to strike the small village.

James had been adamant about being one of those to go and find Sirius, but it was obvious that with his past relations with the death eaters that they couldn't risk it. Alice knew that Frank was eager to help as well, but it was finally decided on who was to stay and who was to go, and things would just have to deal.

Alice slowly made her way through a garden of one of the small cottages. She couldn't help but peer through the kitchen window, eyes softening at the sight of a daughter helping her mother was the dishes. These people were completely innocent; why had Voldemort decided to attack this village? Surely it couldn't be because wizards and muggles were living together, Hogsmeade was the only all-wizarding village and he'd already attacked there twice.

Quickly, she put up a ward on the houses' windows, feeling a guilt rise up in her at not being able to warn the family about what was to happen. She saw the flare of a spell before she heard it erupt, and Alice gripped her wand tighter, sending one last look toward the window before heading out into the starts of the fray.


( OOC )

It seemed that the Dark Lord had a problem with a certain newspaper and their anti-war ads. They weren't the sort of ads that Grayson approved of: those were the 'stop the war and let the Death Eaters win' ads of which there were regrettably few. He grinned to himself and slipped on his mask, stepping into the factory where the man was located. It wouldn't be hard to spot him if the descriptions of the guy were anything to go off of.

He slipped on his gloves and walked over to one of the printing presses, muttering a simple spell to place it out of alignment 'accidentally' the next time it was used. Yes, that would do for now. As much as it irritated him to have to leave something like this to such a short frame of time, he'd gotten his orders.

Unfortunately they didn't involve 'maiming-to-kill'. Ah well.

Couldn't win them all.

He hadn't been in a terribly good mood for the past few days for obvious reasons. Losing a little less than half of your blood did that to a man, he supposed. It wasn't so much the fact that he'd fought with Amery (they always fought, and he'd always had a horrible temper) but that he'd fought with him in a public place. It had been stupid, really, and he knew that -- the fact that Mackenzie was the one who had found them was even worse. His chest was still reasonably sore and he was going to have to explain to Ophelia eventually about why they fought, right?

That meant he had to figure out the reason - just another pain in his ass. He frowned to himself and stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of slacks and little else. His shirt was still hanging up in the closet because he hadn't wanted it to crease while he was in the shower.

Grayson was determined to completely ignore the fact that today marked the not-so-pleasant one-year anniversary of their ... Not!Wedding. Yep, there was no way that he was going to bring it up. He'd just have to cleverly distract Ophelia so that she didn't bring it up either.

"Have you spoken to your sister lately? It would get a bit creepy, I'm sure, if I owled her myself to ask." Which didn't mean that he wouldn't do it - just that he wouldn't tell anyone.

Who: Grayson Wilkes and Amery Wilkes
What: Brother brawl
Where: Ministry
When: Monday eveningish.

"Yes, thank you, I will check up on that," Amery called over his shoulder, anxious to get away from his direct superior. The one thing he could not stand about fronting as a Ministry official was that he was actually expected to do his job. This was something of a problem, seeing as how Amery detested most work, and could not really even name what it was his department did. Which was why he hated meaning anybody he had to answer to.

Speaking of actual work, Amery needed to get to one of the conference rooms on his floor so he could make sure that his notes and materials were in order for his presentation conference tomorrow. Fishing the key out from his pocket, he smiled and waved benignly at some other official he was supposed to know and suck up to, and slipped inside the conference room.

That was funny. He had told his assistant to bring in the materials that morning... why were they not in there?