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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Chester!

persephones
2010-06-05 11:36 pm UTC (link)

There wasn't anything more that Bianca hated more than death eaters. As she shifted into position to knock a waterfall of bricks from crushing some innocent civilians, her mind fumed with anger at the causes of this destruction. What, what did they gain from this? The killing of random people? Bianca had grown up in a home that stayed neutral in the war, but kept their enemies closer than she would have liked---she knew exactly the kind of people who were hiding behind those masks.

Like that one. Bianca spotted a death eater taking his sweet time down the alley, and she set her sights on him. He was probably some rich pureblood who had learned nothing in life but to follow You-Know-Who's orders, because that is what you did. There were no other choices in life besides following the Dark Lord's word, because if you tried to get away, if you disagreed---

"Hold it right there!" she shouted, "Under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, hold your fire!" Bianca shot the preliminary warning hex at the death eater's feet, but wasted no time in hurling a disarming spell and throwing up a shield. She was ready for some dirty fighting.

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omg sorry i took foreeever

chesters
2010-06-07 04:30 am UTC (link)

"Under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, hold your fire!" Chester mocked dodging her spells as he turned back to face the girl who was yelling at him. And here he thought he'd only have the one fight today, hopefully this one would be a bit more of a challenge, but he really didn't expect much.

"Tell me, doll, does that ever really work? 'Please, sir, if you don't mind, stop firing and let me take you in.'" he twirled his wand between his fingers a bit before fixing it on her. He shot off a few hexes lazily while he approached her.

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persephones
2010-06-09 02:55 pm UTC (link)

There were rules to be followed, it was the only way to keep the peace and sanity of the country. It was also habit, to shout off the warnings because sometimes you did just have idiots running around not really trying to cause some harm. Bianca wasn't flustered by the death eater's taunts; she'd heard enough over her time as a hitwizard and refused to let them get to her. The second you found herself upset with the things they had to say or did was when they'd won.

Bianca sent a volley of nasty spells you were supposed to save for later in a fight. She needed this death eater out of commission right now before he hurt an innocent bystander, and by his demeanor and tone he was one of those kind of death eaters, the ones who thought it was a game until they were smacked down with the consequences.

She refused to speak back, and reinforced her shield before attempting to disarm him once again.

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chesters
2010-06-11 04:11 am UTC (link)

Oh this one wasn't talking back at all. Well that was no fun at all. "Aww, are you giving me the silent treatment already? But we haven't even exchanged names---ow mother fucker!" Chester pressed his hand against his forearm only to pull it back and find blood.

"Oh, fiesty" he said laughing more than one should taking a cut like that the arm. "Although I'm pretty sure that's not a Ministry approved spell dear, unless they changed their standards lately. Here let me show you some more that you're not suppose to use either."

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softwhatlight
2010-06-08 12:52 am UTC (link)

Not that Elsie wanted to admit it, but times were getting tough. With three people living on only her salary, one of them being a tiny boy, life was becoming more difficult with each and every passing day. Her brother had heard of Elliot being unable to work, and had offered to help out with expenses, which Elsie accepted with a kind of desperate guilt, but her family always came first. At times she felt like she'd woken up from a long sleep and didn't recognize the life that she was in right now. Married to a werewolf, stepmother to his child, working as a shop-witch in a bookstore—it was nowhere where she thought she'd be when she was getting ready to leave Hogwarts. Back when she thought about the future and what she aspired to be, before her father died.

She frowned at herself, knowing being melancholy helped nothing. Breathing a sigh of tired impatience through her nose, Elsie looked up from the ledger she was busily attending to to stare at the clock. Just a few more minutes until Elliot came into the store to pick her up for lunch.

That was another thing that twisted her stomach—they wouldn't always be able to afford outings like this, even though they were mostly inexpensive, frivolous little things in the grand scheme of things. But Elsie was adamant that they happen, wanting to impose some normalcy into their lives. Well, this was how it was done.

Deciding Maddox wouldn't be too upset with her for leaving for lunch just a minute or two early, she began to pack her up thing when a sudden commotion distracted her. Looking up, startled, her gaze was drawn to the window where it appeared that utter chaos had broken out onto the street. As her tired eyes, suddenly wide-awake, darted to-and-from the frantically moving figures on the street, she could make out certain shapes, attired in a manner she was all too familiar with. Fear clutched at her, turning her throat dry and blood cold.

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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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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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esp
2010-06-11 02:48 am UTC (link)

"Hm?" Edward responded faintly a few seconds later, distracted by the latest story he had taken up reading. It was one of the more interesting pieces he had edited in a while, focusing more on the environment the author had created than the characters themselves. Set in an alternate universe (usually a concept Edward did not enjoy reading), it was fresh and actually manageable to get through. It took him a few more moments to finish the page, therefore storing everything Emmeline was saying to him until after he had finished.

He finally looked up to her, immediately confused by her anxious state. Was there something wrong with the delivery? Had Flourish refused to take another of their deliveries? An especially daft employ was infamous in Flourish for never accepting any deliveries because she thought they were hexed. "Did you have a problem delivering?" Though... it would be strange for Emmeline to be so involved concerning such a trivial task.

"To Flourish and Blotts?"

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advancingly
2010-06-11 01:38 pm UTC (link)

Emmeline stood frozen in the front of Edward's desk, staring down at him with wide, confused eyes. She had just realized that this was the first boyfriend of hers that was not a member of the Order of the Phoenix (or a death eater), and would not instantly be alerted of such chaos like the madness that was going on just around the corner from Calliope's. Edward did not have the instinct to fight, and his first thought at seeing her frazzled state wasn't to jump up into action, but to question her skills as a delivery person.

This was a whole new game she was playing.

She suddenly felt very nervous. Emmeline was able to hold her own in a death eater battle, but with whatever partner she was with she knew that they too could manage. She had no idea how Edward's dueling skills were, if he had any at all. She was betting on the latter, and for a moment she wasn't going to say anything and just pull him into a closet and lock him in there so that he couldn't get out and hurt himself---A large explosion rocked the entire building, and Emmeline had to grip the desk in front of her to steady herself. Books fell from the shelves and ink quills smashed to the ground--yep, no avoiding this anymore.

"Death eaters," she said simply, coming around the desk and grabbing Edward's hand, "We need to go through the back---leave the manuscript!"

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