Ralph's logical side had shut off and closed down for nearing two weeks now. And, within that time, he had been thinking about... well, a lot of things. Ninety percent of them had been centered around Miranda in one way or another, while the rest of the time had been devoted to thinking how he could make Walden MacNair pay for what he did. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), it was obvious that he would never be a conniving kind of person able to plot in that kind of way. So, it only left Ralph with two options: just let it go and unchecked like he always had, or actually react to what happened.

Very quickly, deciding to finally react was the only way he could deal with what happened. It was stupid and reckless, no doubt an act he would regret later in life but --- this attack on Miranda could not be ignored. Ralph couldn't let it go like he usually would, because this wasn't a usual attack like so many before had been. Walden so obviously wanted to attract his attention, so, fine here he was.

It hadn't taken long for him to figure out where MacNair lived, and Ralph traveled there with surprising speed and calmness. He hadn't told Miranda where he was going when he had left, and honestly, he had no intention of ever telling her if he could. Clutching his wand tightly under his coat, Ralph's other hand reached up to bang loudly on the front door.

Dirk loved his job, he did, but he loved Fridays even more. He still got to go in and work with the goblins (when they let him!), but he got to look forward to a nice quiet weekend of doing whatever he pleased. Lately it had been trying to get Derek to hang out with him, even though that usually just involved watching telly. It was something! Dirk was worried about his big cousin, especially now with the war getting so intense and--

He blinked curiously, as the shelves of his cubicle began to shake. Dirk's eyes twitched back and forth as he watched the pictures he had hanging drop to the floor, and the bust of Gorgak the Terrible started to inch forward and forward. And his desk was shaking, and now his chair, and Dirk was startled to his feet at the sound of someone screaming, "EARTHQUAKE!"

An earthquake! Oh hell, Dirk had just been thinking that some erumpents had escaped again! Earthquake! What was the first rule of an earthquake? These were NOT the things they taught you in Hogwarts! How was he supposed to survive an earthquake if he didn't have the proper training?! DEREK WOULD KNOW WHAT TO DO, THAT IS WHY DIRK WANTED TO REMAIN CLOSE TO HIM AND----

The bust of Gorgak the Terrible teetered off the shelf and smacked Dirk straight in the forehead, making him drop to the ground, and thankfully roll under his desk.

He really did love his job, he did.

ooc: http://www.scribbld.net/users/valesco_mods/32698.html

Who: Walden Macnair and Ralph Merridew
When: This evening-ish?
What: :X
Where: Ralph's!
Rating: Uhhh PG-13?

( That wasn't a good sign, was it? )