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Post by Elena Davis on Jul 6, 2010 14:58:42 GMT -5
Elena dragged Viola off, holding her by her left arm. She kept glancing back at her every few seconds, making sure that the girl wasn't about to do something drastic like pass out on her or something. Her eyes tightened, noticing how pale she was. At least the one woman--Gage or whatever her name was had managed to slow the bleeding down a bit. Sounds of the battle were still heard as they ran away from the shop and Elena ducked when she heard a whizzing sound coming closer, dragging Viola down. She looked up to see a green jet of light fly over their heads and crash into a barrel, making it explode. She wrapped her arms around Vi protectively, shielding her from the blast. She let out a grunt as wood pelted into her, biting on her tongue to keep from crying out when little wood chips embedded themselves into her back. She felt blood pour out of her back but shrugged off the pain.
Letting go of Viola, she looked at her, scanning her quickly. "Are you OK?" She began pulling her up, and clasping their hands together, she ran off towards Honeydukes so they could get back to the castle.
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Viola Stratford
First Year
Slytherin
Never was a girl with a wicked mind~
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Post by Viola Stratford on Jul 6, 2010 15:45:34 GMT -5
Viola was running alongside Elena, away from the battle. The woman in the ripped dress had been trying to escort them back to the castle, but they would have been in soooo much trouble. The only thing they could do now was sneak back into the castle the same way they got in. It was pure agony trying to run, but she didn't voice her pain, it would only make Elena feel even worse. As such, she was stunned by pain when Elena shoved her over, and practically crawled on top of her. She tried to push her off, so she could protect her, but was too weak.
"Are you OK?"
She stifled a laugh. "My condition hasn't changed for the past ten minutes. It's not going to change now." She turned more serious. "What about you? Your back is bleeding." She felt awful. Elena shouldn't be hurt because of her foolish actions. As they ran, she fingered her new wand. The one she had stolen from Dolohov. She didn't like the feel of it, it seemed to radiate malignity. But in a way, it fit her too. It would work for her as well as her own wand.
When the reached Honeydukes, Elena had to help shove her in through the window.
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Post by Christian Ravensdale on Jul 6, 2010 15:52:25 GMT -5
Christian found himself outside of the shop, still firing off spells at the now retreating Death Eaters. He glared, seeing Gage fighting Dolohov briefly before he disappeared. He sighed softly with relief afterward, noticing she was unscathed. He began walking over when he heard a ripping sound and looked down. The suit he was wearing had been torn at the seams and was hanging off of him. He looked away, torn. On one hand, he didn't have to wear it anymore, but on the other...Fantasia had spent a lot of time on it. He decided he'd pay her back for it, especially after what happened tonight.
He looked around, assessing the damage and frowned. This was a disaster zone... Tightening his eyes, he walked around through the rubble and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was still baffled as to how this had even happened. He sighed, resigned and walked over to Fantasia to make sure she was all right. As he walked by, he could sense Flint, and he turned to see him mangled in the curtains. His eyes tightened and he flicked his wand at the corpse, vanishing him to the Ministry. He'd take care of the later. He needed to see if Robin was all right for now.
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Post by Robin Pierce on Jul 6, 2010 17:19:42 GMT -5
Fantasia was still in the shop, duelling Bulstrode. Christian seemed to have duelled his way outside. She was slowly gaining the upper hand. Bulstrode subconsciously fought in a rhythm. Hex, curse, shield, jinx. In that order, therefore she could respond appropriately each time.
Then he just disapparated by some unknown command. Fantasia looked outside, and it appeared all the fighting was over. She walked back into her shop, and kicked a dismembered mannequin head in frustration. She righted a chair shaped like a high heel, and collapsed onto, burying her face in her hands. The Death Eaters knew. She had just found was she loved to do more than anything, and now she had to leave it all behind. Not many exposed members of the Order lived for long.
She looked up when Christian walked in. "I'm going to have to leave, aren't I?"
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Post by Christian Ravensdale on Jul 6, 2010 22:20:17 GMT -5
Christian looked down at Fanny and he frowned, filled with sadness for the poor woman. He held out his his hand for her to grab onto, delaying his response as much as possible.
"I'm going to have to leave, aren't I?"
He closed his eyes for a moment. He didn't want to do this tonight, not after this. He wanted to go home and sleep, forget about everything that happened, and enjoy his day off before being bombarded with paperwork. Still, Fantasia looked so upset... He wanted desperately to make it up to her. Maybe there was a way...
He smiled, helping the woman up. "Not necessarily. I'll clean all of this up myself, and then I'll cast protection spells throughout the entire store to make sure nothing like this happens again. I'll set up wards that I'll show you how to control, and will be nearly impossible to break, even for Death Eaters. Sound good to you?" He smiled warmly at her, hoping this would make the woman feel better. He hated seeing people destroyed by Voldemort and his coward terrorism, and by Merlin, he would prevent it as much as possible with Fantasia.
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Post by Robin Pierce on Jul 6, 2010 22:43:42 GMT -5
Fantasia looked up at Christian and forced a smile. "No, that's just it. I don't know what happened. It did have protection spells and traps. None of them worked. Dumbledore himself came and cast most of them."
She stood up slowly. "I guess I could always go on that vacation to Bermuda for a month or so. Let them forget..." As if Death Eaters would forget. "Then I can come back and reset up shop." Hmm... Where was Gage?
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Post by Christian Ravensdale on Jul 7, 2010 10:38:55 GMT -5
Christian blinked. Dumbledore's ward's didn't help? Strange... He'd have to talk to him about that then. there should not have been any reason for them not to, unless they were tampered with... He nodded idly as she spoke, running over the data in his mind.
"...Then I can come back and reset up shop."
He blinked again, snapping out of his thoughts. Huh? Oh. Right. "Well, while you're gone, I'll clean up this shop for you, and if you'd like, I can run if for you as well. And I'll talk with Dumbledore about installing new wards that won't break so easily." He smiled warmly, hoping she'd take the offer. He'd feel a lot safer if she did, because then he could monitor the store a lot closer and make sure something like this wouldn't happen again. As for his regular job...he'd take vacation and appoint someone to be the temporary Head.
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Post by Gage Carmichael on Jul 12, 2010 19:49:48 GMT -5
Gage scurried back after escorting the wounded student back to Hogwarts, and immediately moved over to where Christian and Fantasia were talking. She was exhausted, and furious, and ashamed of herself for her failures.
"I'm back," she said, folding her arms and smiling bashfully at her friend and...more than friend? Well, she didn't know about that anymore; she'd disobeyed him. But she wasn't ashamed of that. She'd saved the lives of innocent students, and that was more important than personal relationships or any of that.
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