Oh, boy...

[Viola Stratford]

Viola forced a smile out, for Elena's sake. It wasn't difficult, honestly. The suit didn't really remind her of southern Americans. And she had lived there for years. She responded with a noncommittal "Mmm hmm." She nodded at the other patrons. It had the added benefit of not speaking out loud. She hated talking to others she didn't know.

"What do you think of that one?" Elena asked her in reference to a black tankini with glittery white stars on it.

"Uhm, well.... It's okay." She pretty much whispered. "I kinda like this." She grabbed a red 1920's suit off the rack. It was gently embellished with satiny white frills. Something definitely not original.

[Christian Ravensdale]

Christian wanted to die of embarrassment. Fantasia didn't even give him a chance to breathe before changing him into a god-awful pink suit. He didn't even like pink. He glanced over when he heard the door open and his stomach sunk down to his feet. Oh god, if his situation wasn't bad enough. He saw one of the girls, the brunette lean in to her friend and whisper something, no doubt about him. His cheeks flushed, matching the suit. He was dumb at times, and he knew it, but he also knew enough about social matters to know that he was nothing but a circus clown at that moment. He glanced over at Gage helplessly and sighed softly. This date was slowly turning out to be a disaster.

[Antonin Dolohov]

Antonin Dolohov would never sink so low as to attack a boutique with a pink sign. However, a smirk graced his lips as he stared at the store from across the way, a powerful Disillusionment charm concealing his presence, he wouldn't mind sending his underlings to do it. Lord Voldemort wanted the Order weakened. And what better way than to kill, or better yet, capture one of those members? His Lord wanted information. And Dolohov, as his lieutenant, was inclined to get it to him.

"Bulstrode, Parkinson, Flint," he whispered. Three shadowy figures in cloaks and masks emerged from the alley silently, their disillusionment charms fading into nothing as they answered to their superior. "I want you to bring me the owner of that shop. Robin Pierce is her name. The Lord wishes to speak with her, so try and take her alive. Anyone else in there is secondary and should either be killed or incapacitated as quickly as possible. Understood?"

"Yes," the three answered simultaneously and began moving across the street. Two of them wasted no time before pulling out their wands and rushing into the shop. The third, Hawthorn Parkinson no doubt, hung back, preparing a more structured attack. She was definitely his favorite of the three, and he hoped that she would survive, even if none of the others did.

Dolohov sighed. They lacked finesse. He wondered if they'd be able to achieve their ends, or if they'd be defeated. Well, either way, it was entertaining.

[Gage Carmichael]

Gage nearly died with laughter, taking in the appearance of her date. He looked miserable though, so to make him feel better, she moved over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I think you look dashing," she said, smiling at him.

As she moved to kiss him, however, the door slammed open and two masked men in cloaks came in. Auror training kicked in, and despite the impediment of her dress, Gage grabbed Christian and pulled him down behind a couple of mannequins, just in time to avoid a killing curse that had been headed her way. She fumbled for her wand, all good feelings drained in the face of this attack. What the hell were they doing here?

"Christian, are you okay?" she asked the pleather-clad and debonair man she was still straddling as curses flew around her. She wasn't looking at him as she spoke though; he was the Head Auror. She was more concerned for the students that had walked in just moments before. They looked much too young to be in Hogsmeade in the first place (Gage was willing to bet the girls had found the old statue that lead to the cellar of Honeyduke's), so she doubted they'd be able to defend themselves against full-fledged Death Eaters. She'd have to figure out a way to get to them.

[Robin Pierce]

Fantasia felt a twinge of guilt over Christian's forlorn expression, thankfully, Gage came to the rescue, "I think you look dashing,". She stepped back and appraised him. "It's almost a perfect fit." She raised her wand to make a few arrangements, when the doors burst open unexpectedly. Almost immediately, a flying spell knocked the wand out of her hand, and broke a few fingers in the process.

Everything clicked together, Death Eaters were attacking, she was wandless, and there was a pair of students, first years from the looks of them, standing almost in the middle of the crossfire. Obviously, the only thing she could do was dive across the room to protect them, as little as she could.

Everything moved slowly, her body couldn't move fast enough, it was like a nightmare. She watched as the brunette tried to pull out her wand, but was instead pulled to the floor by the blond. Somehow, she managed to get to them without being blasted by a spell. She reached over to put herself over the children, but the blond pushed her off, and crawled under a clothes rack. Fantasia thought the blond was hiding, until a curse flew up from the ground where the rack was. She settled for hovering over the brunette who was still trying to get her wand out to fight.

[Viola Stratford]

Viola never got her reply back from Elena. Two people blasted the door open, and started flinging curses. Without even thinking, she had Elena pulled to the floor beside her, and her wand out of her sleeve. She had to protect Elena, even if she died trying. And she was almost positive these were Death Eaters. She tried crawl under a stand of clothes in front of her to get a better view of casting spells, but a heavily perfumed body smashed her to the floor. Viola didn't have time to deal with this, she shoved a woman off her, and wriggled to her destination.

Spells were flying fast and furious from both sides of the room. The Death Eaters hadn't noticed her yet, so she took a second to decide which was worth her spell. Out of the three, a woman in back looked to be potentially the most dangerous. She was fighting cautiously, and out of the main fray. Viola leveled her wand at her, and released the strongest curse she knew. It was a bit of Dark Magic she had learned from Bellatrix, who was two years older than her. She didn't get the chance to see if it hit, because the concussion from the spell drew the eyes of one particularly dim looking man who has lost his mask. The spell that he sent at her she avoided the brunt of by rolling to the side. It still sliced her shoulder open pretty deep though. She could feel the blood dripping into her hand, making her wand slippery.

[Christian Ravensdale]

Christian looked down at Gage and smiled a little, despite his embarrassment. His eyes twinkled with gratitude and he leaned down to kiss her, wanting to feel their lips interlocked once more. Just a little more... Their lips were only centimeters apart when he heard the door bust open. His gaze snapped over to the door and he pulled out his wand, firing off a spell. Simultaneously, he felt himself being dragged down to the floor, barely missing a Killing curse. His eyes flitted over to the two girls that had walked in. They looked really titchy... Couldn't be more than first years unless for some reason they were really tiny.

He gently pushed Gage out of his lap, turning around so he could get a good look at who was attacking. His lip turned up in a sneer. Flint and Bulstrode. No doubt Parkinson was close behind, which meant Dolohov was too. Rage built up inside of him and he used that anger, channeling it into a spell. He stood up, pointing his wand at Flint. He smiled and a beam of red light shot towards Flint, immobilizing him. He followed it with a purple beam which confused him and made him hallucinate that he was on fire. He ducked down as another green jet of light flew at him. He heard something behind him explode and his eyes tightened. He pointed the wand at the brunette girl, who was firing spells and sent a protective barrier her way. That should hold her for now... He glanced down at Gage, tapping her with his foot to get her attention. "Hey--you go after Flint. I'll take Bulstrode and Parkinson. Just--whatever you do, do not go after Dolohov, do you understand? Do not go after him!" He rolled out after giving her instructions and began firing off spells at both of the women. His eyes tightened, fearing the worst for the girls and Fantasia, but he hoped dearly that they were at least protected enough.

[Elena Davis]

Elena cocked her head to the side as she looked at the swimsuit that Viola was pointing at. She shrugged. It wasn't really her style, but it was cute. And it seemed like it would fit Vi perfectly. She opened her mouth to answer her when the door flew open. She whirled around, her hair whipping around with her to see three grown people in cloaks walk in and begin firing off spells. Death Eaters, she was sure of it.

She pulled out her wand, or attempted to, when she saw out of the corner of her eye the shop owner fly out of nowhere and plop on Viola. Their hands forcefully disconnected, sending a sharp pain through her fingers and wrist but she shrugged it off, seeing Vi was OK. She knelt down when she felt Viola reach over and yank on her and hid behind a mannequin, finally managing to pull out her wand completely. She held it out to fire a spell when the shopkeeper rushed over to try to protect her. She groaned in frustration and shoved her aside. "Stop, you're get--" She stopped speaking when she saw a spell fly towards her. She didn't have time to dodge. Closing her eyes reflexively, she waited for the impact, but none came. It was as if the spell had evaporated. Glancing over at her, she rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Don't just stand there, you're in the way! Protect yourself, do something else!"

Not wanting to stop and question what had happened, she held up her wand to one of the Death Eaters who was standing there, screaming in pain. She didn't know much magic yet, but she knew enough to have been able to stand up to her older brothers. "Flippendo! Stupefy! Tarantallegra!" With each spell, she pointed the wand in different directions, aiming for each of the Death Eaters. She saw another spell fly towards her and she acted quickly, moving aside. She cast a protection spell just in case and kept firing off those three spells.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was proud that she was able to hold up so well. She glanced over at Viola, who was hiding inside a clothes rack and her eyes widened when she saw blood. No, she's hurt... Anger boiled up in her. How dare they hurt someone so special? She glared with hatred and lifted up her wand once more. She was warned never to do this spell, at least not on anything living, but she couldn't help it. She wanted whoever had hurt Viola to hurt him or herself. "Reducto!" She ducked down to kneel next to her, not caring to see if the spell hit. Not thinking, she ripped off a strip of her shirt from her belly and began wrapping Vi's arm with it. She looked over to see how the other adults were handling themselves, finding herself to be impressed with the male, even if he was still in pleather.

[Antonin Dolohov]

Dolohov leaned comfortably against the wall, watching the drama inside with barely veiled amusement. He was still under the Disillusionment Charm, but it was getting to be useless. The people inside of Fantasia's seemed quite busy, after all, and he doubted any of them would think to come outside and look for him. It felt like a big waste of his magical energy.

Sighing and deciding to let it stay, Dolohov continued watching as Flint flailed about. Honestly, the man was a dunce. He deserved to be killed in the most horrific way imaginable. If he survived this fight, he'd be sure to tell Lord Voldemort afterwards. Flint had overstayed his usefulness.

"Let's see a blood bath," he said aloud, staring mostly at Hawthorn. The girl was only 17 and fresh out of Hogwarts, but she was remarkably talented, particularly with blood curses. If anyone could create a blood bath, it was her. He looked forward to seeing it.

[Gage Carmichael]

"Hey--you go after Flint. I'll take Bulstrode and Parkinson. Just--whatever you do, do not go after Dolohov, do you understand? Do not go after him!"

Psh. Gage was never good at following orders, but she would at least try.

Gage stood to her feet and ripped half of the dress she was wearing so that her movement was less constricted. She sent a silent apology to Fantasia, though, for ruining the dress. Imminent death, however, tended to take precedence over fashion, at least, in Gage's mind.

Remembering Christian's words, she looked about and spotted Flint flailing like a mindless buffoon, his mask having fallen to the floor. He looked pathetic, but he was right next to the drapes and if she remembered correctly..."Fan!" she called, "The drapes! Get Flint!"

Sweat beaded on Gage's forehead as she took in the situation. Two girls, about first years, were huddled together. One was injured, but it didn't look too deadly. Christian was holding off Bulstrode and Parkinson, but she wasn't sure how long he could hold off. He was skilled, but two against one was never good odds. If they could just take Flint out...

"Immobulus!" she called, and Flint's wild flailing ceased so that he looked like a muggle film that had been put on pause. Wow. That was almost too easy. Still, she couldn't be too safe. Once more, she looked to Fantasia, and hoped that the colorful shopkeeper hadn't been bluffing when she'd told her of some of the defenses placed on her shop.

If they could take out Flint, then Gage would be free to take on someone else. Maybe even get vengeance for Delilah if she played her cards right. The thought alone was enough to get her pulse racing even more, and she was reminded of her favorite part of being an Auror: the rush.

[Astin Descartes]

Astin strolled happily along the main road of Hogsmeade. His only regret was not having gone sooner, although that wasn't really an option. His mom hadn't signed his permission slip during his third year even though he'd asked a thousand times. She'd insisted that it was dangerous; he couldn't believe that he'd convinced her otherwise this year.

Astin tugged on Dastan's sleeve. "Let's go to Honeydukes," he said decidedly. "I want to send candy home to Marcel."

Without waiting for an agreement or lack thereof, although he doubted it would be the latter seeing as Das hadn't been telling him no as of late, he pulled Dastan in that direction. He continued to look around and take in all the sights. Even though they'd been there a while, Astin still hadn't gotten entirely used to it. Wizard societies were so much different from what he was used to, even after four years.

It was as he was gazing about that he saw something... odd. He stopped abruptly and pointed at the shop.

"Das, what's going on?"

[Dastan Cross]

Dastan had stopped paying attention to Astin somewhere between the Three Broomsticks and Zonko's, having gotten bored of him freaking out about every magical contraption that he'd never seen before. It was endearing...for about the first five seconds, then it had gotten grating, and so he'd just followed Astin around, not even bothering to make a fuss. He'd gotten his robes hours ago and he was holding them lightly in his hand.

Then, Astin suddenly drew up short, and Dastan nearly ran into him. He opened his mouth to let loose a long string of unflattering words, but then something in Astin's face stopped him.

"Das, what's going on?" the blonde said, pointing at possibly the gaudiest shop he'd ever seen. It looked...no, it was definitely some kind of fight going on in there. He dropped his bags and began running through an alleyway, not sure whether Astin was following or not.

Then, when he was almost out of the alley, he'd tripped on something huge and stumbled, falling into the dusty street in front of Fantasia's shop.

"What the hell?" he asked, pulling himself to his feet. A moment later, a man appeared his dark eyes boring holes into him, and Dastan stared at him with disbelieving eyes. He knew that man. He'd seen him visiting Lord Nezam's years ago. He'd made an offer to buy him, but he hadn't been quite as persuasive as Lord Alex had. What the hell was this man doing here...?

[Robin Pierce]

Fantasia took a quick check of everyone's status. Gage and Christian were holding off well against the three, well now two, Death Eaters. Gage had just immobilized the one that had injured the blond student. The brunette was close, firing off every sort of spell that seemed to come to her mind, if the situation had been different, it would have been comical.

Fantasia had lost her wand early on, so she snatched the bloody wand from the blond student's hand. She almost wished she hadn't, the wand was heavy, in a mental sense. It was powerful, but almost impossible for anyone but the owner to use well.

"Fan!" Gage called, "The drapes! Get Flint!"

Fantasia smiled grimly to herself, this was why she was in the Order after all. She hadn't been exaggerating when she mentioned the traps she had set up. She pointed the borrowed wand at the golden drapes, hung around the room. "Alacritas!" The drapes billowed like golden ghosts and swarmed over the one she assumed was Flint. He was an idiot, the drapes were going about their grim work, removing Flint's wand from his hand, and slowly strangling him, choking the life out of him. She waved the wand, and a few dozen perfume bottles flew at the golden bundle, and smashed there. She lit it on fire with a flick of the wand. She turned her attention to the other two that Gage and Christian were duelling. It was a pretty even match, she intended to change that.

She waved her wand and all the glass shards from the perfume bottles, the broken window, and even the shattered gilt mirror collected in a deadly spiky ball that she launched across the room towards Death Eaters.

[Astin Descartes]

"What the heck are you--" Astin groaned loudly and shot after Dastan. He hadn't meant that they should run into the fray. He'd put his life on the line too many times and had been fine with an outing where it wasn't endangered. Apparently, that was not okay with Dastan; his friend found it in him to run toward the apparent fight.

He was a few feet behind when Dastan tripped and tumbled to the ground. Astin rushed to help him up, but a towering figure loomed over them, and he looked up.

"What the hell?" Dastan voiced Astin's thoughts quite well and drew his attention at the same time. The look on his face was worrisome and stopped Astin's heart for a moment. For some strange reason, he felt the need to protect Dastan, which was awkward. What good was he? Dastan was plenty good at protecting himself from just about anything, and when he wasn't, Astin couldn't possibly be of any help.

Still, he edged in front of his fallen friend as subtly as he could; he didn't want to let Das know what his feelings were exactly. He'd see that as a sign of weakness or something dumb, which it wasn't. Astin just didn't trust the man in front of them. Clearly that was a call for protective urges, as unusual as they were.

"Who is that?" Astin whispered over his shoulder. His hand gripped his wand inside his robes. He wished he knew something that would protect them. Something that would protect Dastan.

[Viola Stratford]

Viola gasped when Fantasia took her wand. It made her feel weak and defenseless. She had tried to hold onto her wand, and it shocked her when it slipped so easily from her grasp. She couldn't make a fist, and her arm was turning cold. She grabbed Elena's hand, and crawled slowly, painfully, laboriously across the room to where she could see Fantasia's wand lying in the ground. She tried to pick it up with her right hand, and whimpered when her arm just flopped impotently. The makeshift bandage Elena had made wasn't working well enough. She switched to her left hand, and crawled to a little alcove that could fit her and Elena.

"Oh god, what are we going to do now?" She whispered, although it hardly mattered over the crackling flames and the screams of the one who had cut her shoulder. He deserved his fate. She was deathly frightened by the display of power from every single one of the fighters. Even Elena still managed to fling a spell or two out every now and then. She envied her.