Anneliese, true to her anxious nature, continued to repeatedly brush the length of her hair down with her hands. It was Will’s birthday today, which would usually be more than enough for her to over compensate. Everything had to be perfect (they took birthdays in this household very seriously), and to add to that, she knew she had the best present she could give to him! So one could see how her anxiety for all of this was higher than usual!

Breathing quickly, Anneliese skidded around the kitchen table, arranging the contents again. The cake she and Henry had made this morning was perfectly frosted, Will’s gifts were circled around it, and they’d even had time to decorate the room a little! It was exciting, seeing all of this made her even more excited than she already was. What a complete difference than last time.

“Now when Papa comes in, we say ‘surprise!’” Anneliese turned to her son in his chair, raising her arms high in the air as she spoke. An encouraging smile formed on her face, and Henry gave a happy laugh. He had gotten so big so quickly in the last year--- it almost made her tear at the thought of him being an older brother.

“Surprise!” Henry repeated, mimicking his mother. Anneliese’s smile grew wider, then she quickly placed a single hushing finger over her mouth once it was obvious her husband had come home. Henry responded, and quickly quieted himself as well. Will was going to be so happy.

Tags: anneliese jugson, william jugson

For Graeme Dorny, the last couple of weeks – no, the past month felt like an eternity. He had lost track of time, mainly because he had been kept locked away like some animal, unable to keep track of when it was night or day because there were no windows where he was. The only light he ever saw came from under the door, and that wasn’t even sunlight. No, it was light from the tip of a Death Eater’s wand, whenever one would approach where he was being kept. There were others, where he was…but no one he knew. All he knew was that they were scared, and that the monsters who were holding them captive were not fond of overhearing them talking to one another. They learned the hard way, and their numbers dwindled down to nearly nothing over time. 6 people, at least, had been crammed in such a small area, but only 2 had been lucky enough, if you could even call it lucky, to be rescued.

Graeme still didn’t know the woman’s name…all he knew was that her husband had been literally ripped out of her hands and taken somewhere the very first night they had been brought to wherever it was they were. The sound of her sobbing and the threats that were sent in her direction by cowards in masks stayed with him…probably always would. He just kept imaging the unbearable pain that would have come along with having that happen to Giada. Every time he heard the woman sob, he heard her…he saw her face, even in the darkness, and it was the hope of seeing her again that probably kept him stable – or, as stable as one could be while being chained up in a dungeon. He was completely useless, without a wand…and while he wanted to play the part of hero, and do something, he couldn’t. He could barely move, let alone try to do anything more. He couldn’t be reckless…he had Giada to think about. He had his unborn child to think about.

Still…he felt like a coward. He felt like he should have at least tried to do something. All he did was sit there, and pray to whatever God was listening that he would get out of there alive – that he’d be able to see his wife, and would be there when their baby was born. The day that door opened, and he saw someone other than a Death Eater standing there, the young man thought he was hallucinating. He watched as the magical bounds that held him where he was were undone, and cooperated completely with this stranger who had come to his rescue. He was weak – malnourished, pale, and tired - but adrenaline is the most powerful thing in the world, and he did what he needed to so that he could get to safety. Of course, once there was nothing more for him to do, the poor man collapsed.

When he woke up, he was in a hospital bed. He was bleary eyed, and the simple task of lifting his hand to rub at his forehead made his entire body ache. He leaned his head back onto the pillow, his eyes still closed as he let out a nasal sigh. The blinds were closer next to his bed, but he could tell, for the first time in a month, that it was daytime. He didn’t even know it had been a month, yet. All he knew was that he was out of there.

The only thing that stole his attention completely was when he lowered his hand to feel someone else’s catch it on the way down to the mattress. Blue eyes blinked against the brightness of the room and traveled over to see the beautiful woman sitting beside him…his wife. He wondered how long she had been sitting there…probably since he had been brought in, however long that was. Even though he was still weak, his hand gripped tighter around hers, and he swallowed roughly around the dryness of his throat, wincing slightly because of how much discomfort the smallest of actions brought him.

“Giada…” He managed to get out her name, but his voice raspy and hardly audible.

Tags: giada dorny, graeme dorny

WHO: Danielle Kettleburn and Donovan Rookwood
WHAT: He comes clean with the truth about his current status
WHERE: Her flat
WHEN: Toooday?
STATUS: Finished oocly :]

( How could everything have gone crashing down so quickly? )

Tags: danielle kettleburn, donovan rookwood

Trap!

Tags: aberforth dumbledore, alastor moody, patronus

Tags: tomas booth

Left foot...

...right foot.

People underestimated her a lot. She was too thin, she bounced from one job to another so much that she couldn't possibly be good at any one thing. Sometimes when she wrote things down they didn't come out like real words, they were missing pieces.

It was an exceptional stroke of luck that when Noah had gotten taken she'd been with him. At first they'd tried to separate them, but she'd been very stubborn. She was like that. Sneaking in spells in the short times when they were alone had been challenging, and by the time they'd managed to get away she'd been too -- tired. They'd been followed, she'd told Noah to go the other way ... and when she'd looked to make sure he'd taken off that way, she'd run too.

Those few seconds' delay had been enough for one of them to catch up with her, unfortunately. She'd shrieked something out before she could stop herself, a poorly controlled spell that had completely collapsed the garden wall she'd been trying to scramble over when she'd felt a hand close around her ankle.

That had hurt. The worst part of it was that he hadn't stopped chasing her then -- he'd kept following her, out into a woody area. It was like some awful horror movie, slip-sliding in mud (it would rain, but at least that made her sure they were probably near London) away from this man. She'd hid in a filthy badger hole.

She'd probably been hidden far longer than necessary, and she was fairly certain she'd fallen asleep (good thing she hadn't hit her head) when she finally crawled out of the muck, cautious. Lyssandra didn't look down at her legs, not wanting to think about the multitude of cuts and scrapes she'd have to deal with until she could whine about how much they hurt. not right now. Until then, it was .. left foot, right foot.

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and announced her address to the floo, trying to concentrate.

Don'tsplinchdon'tsplinchdon'tsplinch

Tags: lyssandra vance, patrick vance

Her hands were shaking. Her hands were shaking. Her hands never shook. In fact, Odette's entire body was shaking, and that had never happened before in her life. Not when she experienced sleep deprivation, certainly not when she was food deprived and never because of any kind of emotional state either. But now, she couldn't even hold the cup of hot liquid Martin had stopped trying to replace into her hands. It would just slip or fall because she couldn't-- think, couldn't breathe, despite finally finding Noah because--- something was wrong, there was something very wrong with him and the Healers---

Odette suppressed a sob as she sunk further into her chair. Martin had gone to contact Noel, as well as everyone else, leaving her alone for the time being. They had found Noah a few hours ago, and since then the Healers had whisked him away and-- nothing. She didn't-- know what to do what could she do? The children asleep, home, despite being jumped around to a new bed practically every night in the past two weeks. And-- and--- her mind couldn't help but jump to what had consumed her during that time.

What could death eaters have possible wanted with Noah? What-- what? What did this mean? Did this mean they weren't safe anymore? That they-- wanted-- was it because of the planetarium? Because he looked at stars all day and night? Or was it-- was it because of her? Because she was a face people recognized? It didn't--- none of it made any sense, and because she had buried her hands into her face, she hadn't noticed a Healer come up to her until she had tapped her on the shoulder.

Jumping up, Odette raced after the Healer showing her the way to Noah's room. Visitors were being permitted, that was a good sign, wasn't it? She couldn't focus on what the Healer was saying to her, even as hard as she tried to watch her lips, it was too difficult. The Healer opened the door too slowly for her taste, and as a result Odette skidded to the only bed in the room so quickly her feet felt dislodged from her body. Noah-- Noah--

"Hi," she choked out, her hand immediately reaching out for his.

Tags: noah boot, odette macfarlan

[Who?] Bess Fawcett and Jen Scabior.
[Where?] St Mungo's Maternity Ward dundundun
[Rating?] PG
[Why?] Why not?
( Preggos Galore. )

Tags: bess fawcett, florence scabior

WHO: Seth and Henry Wadcock
WHAT: New business arrangements!
WHERE: Magpies' Locker Room
WHEN: Today!

( If you listen to me, then you’ll have your captain-ship in no time )

Tags: henry wadcock, seth wadcock

At first Chester was pissed. Nearly killed the girl on the spot when he realised it wasn't Bess. How could he bugger up something so simple. But then as the girl sobbed when he had his wand pressed against her throat, he figured out just who he had. He smirked, this would work out just as well.

~~~~~~~~~

"So tragic. All these kidnappings." Chester commented from behind his paper when Drystan walked by his table. He let the paper fall at its fold revealing his face. "I'm sorry to see your sister is among the unfortunate ones who were taken. Such a shame." He said filling his voice with false sympathy.

"Although," Chester mused putting the prophet down on the table, pictures of the missing looking up at them. "Most of these people were taken for political reasons, it doesn't make any since that your sister was taken. I hope she wasn't hanging around the wrong crowd." He took a sip of his coffee glancing up at Drystan as if he were talking casually to a friend. "or maybe she just decided to take the opportunity to run off."


[ooc: this is from my phone cause Chester is LOUD and impatient...I'll fix errors tonight when I get home]

Tags: chester scabior, drystan fawcett

WHO: Maggie Brand, Braith Selwyn, and Geoffrey Brand
WHAT: Braith comes to take what is "rightfully" his
WHERE: Maggie's flat
WHEN: Tonight!

( I brought Chinese. )

Tags: braith selwyn, geoffrey brand, magnolia brand

She had not done many rash or stupid things since Caradoc had disappeared the first time. As Emmeline ducked through the open doors of the ministry lift as a custodian boarded, hiding under her invisibility cloak, she figured it was about time. Caradoc was back, that meant it was time to start making ridiculous decisions and jumping into things she could probably not get out of by herself. Emmeline didn't know how she managed to keep her heavy breaths hidden from the custodian as the elevator lowered and twisted itself down the floors of the ministry, but she thanked whatever song he had stuck in his head that had him humming loud enough not to hear her.

Emmeline had nearly splinched herself when Archie's patronus had arrived. After his accident last year during the earthquake, and with all the mess that was going on (he was a father now, her favorite uncle was a father), she had thought it would be for the best to teach him how to send a messenger patronus. Emmeline had hidden the lesson under the thin veil of having read it in a book and found it interesting, because she knew it would not take much for Archie to question her intentions, but it would take even less for him to be excited about learning the rather difficult bit of magic.

Bottom floor, bottom floor. Emmeline reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial of a molten gold liquid. For the last birthday Caradoc had been around for, he had provided her with a small dosage of Felix Felicis, claiming that he had done a few illegal things to obtain the potion, and that she should only use it for something of great importance as she was constantly getting into trouble and should not waste it on a trivial mission. Emmeline hadn't felt the need until this night, and she quickly drank half the vial, stuffing the rest in her pocket in hopes of being able to give it to her uncle.

Ooh. She straightened up and felt a great wave of energy pass over her. Tonight was going to be a good night! She nearly skipped out of the lift, and if she'd been a second late she would not have noticed the cloaked figure heading into a door that was clearly a classified room. If she hadn't hurried out of the lift as fast as she had, she would not have overheard the password, 'Lenore.' Ahh, how lucky.

Tags: arcturus macmillan, emmeline vance, rabastan lestrange

IN MINISTRY---BOTTOM FL--GET HELP--SOO--

Tags: arcturus macmillan, emmeline vance, patronus

Who: Corners
What: Distress
Where: Their house
When: Last night

( “You ought to think it exceedingly lucky you have a nurse for a wife.” )

Tags: gabriel corner, rachel corner

Why was he plagued with the worst kind of luck! Why? One would think that it would be great, to have any kind of good luck at all. But in Adrian's opinion, it wasn't. Life would be a lot easier to deal with if he knew that things would always go one way or another; not in the twisted way it usually did for him. Like having a famous father. Sure that was great, but it wasn't exactly like they had ever really met. That didn't get him very far did it? And now, Noah Boot---

Adrian cringed at the thought of the other man, his feet coming to a stop. Yes, Adrian had somehow gotten out of Friday's event alive and well (how, he still had no idea), but the man in the planetarium that had saved him had been taken. Kidnapped! If that wasn't enough, after further research Adrian discovered that this kidnapped man was Noah Boot, and he was Odette's fiance! How-- how was that even possible? Out of all the people--- the one person--- it was unbelievable. The worst kind of good luck. Now there was the possibility-- Adrian shook his head again, forcing himself to move forward through the Magpies' Stadium.

He had to tell Odette. It wasn't... he knew she wouldn't take it well, but this knowledge was eating him alive; it was starting to become unbearable. Pulling back his shoulders in an anxious manner, Adrian finally found himself walking out onto the pitch. The team wasn't practicing now, he knew that, but he had hoped he would find Odette here beating out whatever issues she had at the moment. After a few seconds of searching the sky and the stands, he realized she wasn't here.

Sighing, he turned and spotted a blonde woman still in gear a few meters away from him. No doubt she was one of Odette's teammates; she would have some idea, wouldn't she? Adrian promptly walked over, too focused on his mission to remember common courtesy. "Have you seen Odette?" he asked, shielding the sun's glare from his eyes with his hand.

Tags: adrian mattias, magnolia brand