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s c a r l e t t ([info]rabastans) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-12-19 21:44:00


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Entry tags:amery wilkes, christopher loftus, corner conway, death eaters, eliza diggle, emmeline vance, fabian prewett, grayson wilkes, group, order of the phoenix, peter pettigrew, priyaranjan patil, rabastan lestrange

St. Mungo's Invasion --- everyone!
Rabastan was in a bad fucking mood.

He'd been in a bad mood for about a week, probably a bit before then because he'd somehow been dragged into decorating the entire bloody manor with his mother. She'd guilted him, to be honest, crying about how she didn't have grandchildren and he snapped that he'd help her put the bloody garland up if she would stop her ridiculous attempts at getting him to procreate.

St. Mungo's was ridiculously obnoxious with its brightly lit corridors and bustling employees. How could anyone possibly be jolly all the fucking time? Rabastan supposed it let him slip in and out of the crowds a bit easier, but still. When you were trying to create a bloody scene to save a man's life (not something he found himself thinking--ever), it became irritating, quickly.

He turned a corner and pulled out his wand, extracting the spell from the walls of the hospital that kept it lit so brightly. Rabastan grinned as the light flashed and turned into darkness, his wand spinning once in his hands.

Well, then.


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[info]healers_leap
2008-12-20 04:19 am UTC (link)
Andre was in a great mood.

Lee had finally started talking about 3 months ago and really hadn't been quiet since. Currently his favorite phrases were 'Dada work!' and 'Dada play' and his new favorite words were 'NO!' and 'NOW!'. Andre almost missed the days when he worried that his son was a mute.

He was minding his own business looking over some charts walking down the hall when the lights suddenly dimmed. That was not normal. He looked over his chart and spotted a lone man standing there twirling his wand. Last time he checked this hall was off limits to patients and visitors. Usually he would just assume that they had missed the sign and kindly guide them back to the allowed areas but being as the lights just went out.

"Hey! You're not suppose to be in this area." he said in his best authoritative voice pulling out his wand.

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[info]rabastans
2008-12-21 09:12 pm UTC (link)
Rabastan turned and smirked, wand flicking up to his face to make his mask disappear. The green of his robes dissolved into a dark black, and while Rabastan always felt smug and confident, his uniform quadrupled that sensation and now he was enjoying this.

It really just made things messy, when you went on a job in a bad mood. Rabastan knew that Grayson found much joy in that, but he liked to handle things with deliberate and clean precision, and would rather avoid the splatter of blood when he could.

Though, sometimes it was simply necessary.

"I don't think," Rabastan said as he swished his wand, sending a strong spell of wind toward the healer who decided to get in his way, "I give a damn."

He quickly followed up with an equally productive, quiet spell, "Imperius!"

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[info]healers_leap
2008-12-22 04:04 pm UTC (link)
On of the great advantages to being a specialist in Spell Damage is that in order to properly heal the damage you had to know what curse caused the damage and how it worked. Andre ran through a list of defensive and offense spells as he walked closer to the man.

Andre caught the subtle motion of the other man's wand and prepared himself for some kind of nasty spell when a strong gust of wind blew around him. He almost laughed, wind? Was that all?

He was in the process of sending a binding curse when he was hit by a spell he didn't notice. Suddenly overwhelmed with feeling of not having to think or do anything, Andre immediately reconized which curse it was, just a little to late. He tried his best to ignore the growing feeling of 'Oh shit' and focus on remember the best techniques of fighting it off, but Defense Against the Dark Arts was so long ago.

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[info]rabastans
2008-12-23 12:50 am UTC (link)
A thing his close acquaintances knew about Rabastan, was that he hated to waste time. He needed to get up to the Minister's room, and he could have tried to talk his way out of the very small issue he had, but that would just lead into more questions and accusations, and honestly? He had no patience for that. Most days he could slowly torture his victims to his desire, but today he actually had to stick to a schedule.

He flicked his wand toward him, making the healer walk slowly in his direction. Rabastan lazily twirled his wand again, and looked the healer up and down, noting his name on his lapel.

"Jordan?" he sneered, snapping his wand down to the ground to push the healer down to his knees. The tip of his wand traced across the back of Jordan's neck, "That sounds like a mudblood name. Are you a mudblood, Jordan?"

When there was no response, as Rabastan didn't allow one, he slowly lifted his wand again, lifting Healer Jordan's face again, "You're supposed to answer when a superior asks you a question. Crucio!"

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[info]healers_leap
2008-12-23 11:34 pm UTC (link)
Andre felt his legs moving forward, walking towards the man that he had no real interest in being near in the first place. If he had any control of his actions, he'd be looking very annoyed (and angry) at this point. He really couldn't think of anything more annoying or degrading than being force to spin then, ugh, kneel in front of a man didn't deserve any respect.

Although Andre never really cared about blood status, he was a proud man. So having this man spit out his name while he was knelt in front of him didn't settle well with Andre at all. He smirked on the inside as asked him about his name, asking a question required a response, that didn't necessarily have to be polite or kind.

Just as he was to respond he was hit with unbearable pain and when it finally subsided, Andre was barely able to hold himself off the floor. "Actually," he said between his gasping breathes, "Jordan is a pureblood name, not that it really matters." he finished off smartly. Shows how much that bastard knew.

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Minister's Room / Auror Security Detail
[info]conways
2008-12-20 04:26 am UTC (link)
Something was going on, Corner was sure. There were too many stretches of silence and then noises that he did not think sounded at all like the usual 'healer' sounds of rustling papers and loud conversations about this patient or that -- and that put him on edge. Of course the other two Aurors that had been assigned to protect the minister were there as well, and as he glanced to Moody and Meadowes he got the distinct impression that they were thinking just the same thing as him.

He drew his wand from his pocket and let out a soft sigh. Hopefully if this was all going to end, it was going to end now -- and end well -- or at least as well as one could expect it to. He would be lying if he said that he didn't have ulterior motives for being here with the minister, but that wasn't something he needed to share with others. Not yet. After muttering a few new spells that would at least put an 'alarm' on the door, he glanced over his shoulder to where the Minister was resting.

Strange how someone could look so peaceful in what was about to be a very hostile situation. He tightened his grip on the wand and glanced to the door, waiting for what he assumed was going to be an attacker.

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For a lucky Death Eater to stumble upon in the halls...
[info]priyaranjan
2008-12-20 04:37 am UTC (link)
Priyaranjan was understandably distracted. The kerfuffle with the minister on top of the inevitable holiday rush in charms and hex reversals ON TOP of the fact that his wife was getting increasingly more pregnant (and hormonal) did not make him a calm and collected individual. He was on his way down the hallway with at least four different potions gathered up in one arm, trying vainly to jot down something with his quill before he forgot what he had been thinking -- and most certainly not looking where he was going.

How in Merlin's name did that woman hex herself green and red -- she looks like a bloody holly-wreath -- and how was he going to get the exact charm down in such a short timeframe? He had to deal with the bloke who'd gotten his popcorn-stringing charm wound around his four-year old daughter or the man's 'wife was going to string him up' ...

He definitely didn't see the figure in front of him until he'd already spilled half the potions on them.

"Oh, fu--Merlin! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we'll have to get you rushed to the potions-and-tonics ward..."

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[info]otets
2008-12-21 11:13 pm UTC (link)
Amery frowned. The stealth level of this operation was practically nonexistent, and the entire organization was sure to be a mess of Dumbledore's people and members of their own. Not to Amery's taste, but he didn't find himself stirred enough to raise protestations.

In terms of distracting however, he was left with few options. The least hassling of which was to simply remove any people he came across in his sweeping of the hallways from the equation, so to speak. No body trail, however, being that this was neither the time nor the place, but the more people put out of commission, the less chance more opponents could be summoned.

He'd already disposed of a nurse, not having come across many people in the darkening halls, but Amery was rapidly approaching a Healer carrying an armload of potions, appearing so distracted as to not even see Amery. Maneuvering himself directly into this man's oncoming path, the open bottles spilled onto the shoulder and front of his robes, sparks and steaming ensuing.

"Did anyone ever teach the rudiments of potion safety," Amery snarled, the potions actually causing a slight bit of discomfort. "What idiotic Healer walks about with an armload of open potions, not even paying attention to where he's going?"

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[info]priyaranjan
2008-12-21 11:20 pm UTC (link)
He let out an irritated rush of breath once Amery bumped into him, considering for a moment that he had just run into Amery and spilled noxious potions on top of him. On the other hand, Amery was being obnoxiously rude and the fact that he was roaming the halls when most people were already evacuated out of the building was terribly suspicious.

"Perhaps the same sort of Healer attempting maximize efficiency while assuming that other people carrying nothing would watch out for him," he muttered, mostly to himself, before straightening up and looking at Amery.

"But as long as you are here and I have spilled several potions on you," he slid down to his knees to pick up the potion vials, "you are going to have to come with me to get the antidotes. I'd hate to see any permanent damage caused because of my accident."

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[info]otets
2008-12-21 11:52 pm UTC (link)
"Please lead the way," Amery said with a slight mocking bow and raised eyebrow.

And he was rather grateful that antidotes for these potions existed, given the heat emanating from his front shoulder area, but was actually astounded that Healers literally went running about halls with open vials of potions and failing to watch where they were going. Merlin, if they all did that, it was a wonder the entire staff wasn't scalded from head to toe with burn marks.

Was this going to leave a burn? Amery hoped not, for then he'd have to stage some sort of duel or other painful means of recreating wounds on his chest in order to scar from something a bit less innocuous as accidentally spilled potions. But he digressed.

"Tell me, are there many casualties from your careless jaunts about the halls with open flasks?"

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[info]priyaranjan
2008-12-21 11:56 pm UTC (link)
"Considering that most of the people who are actually supposed to be here right now are other healers who would be watching out," hopefully, considering that everyone knew that he was at least a little ridiculous when it came to things, "I would say not. And you did appear from out of nowhere."

Priyaranjan sighed once more and pursed his lips, leading them to the room lined with antidotes and then grabbing two, shoving them into Amery's hands a bit hastily. At least he didn't drop them all over the other man once more. "Drink those so I can escort you out, please." Because he totally sounded convincing, right?

Right.

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[info]otets
2008-12-22 12:13 am UTC (link)
"Mmm," Amery said in response, curling his fingers around the two bottles in his other hand before he hauled back and slugged Healer Patil, right hand wound in tight fist. The padded fingers made one punch effective enough to render a man useless and unconscious, and being that his smoldering front was thanks largely to the man now on the floor, he was quite sad that there wasn't much else he could be bothered to do. Dismemberment and torture was all very well when one was afforded the luxuries of time and secure locations, neither of which Amery possessed.

Draining the two bottles and vanishing them with his wand to avoid any sort of evidence-laying, he surveyed the room he was in. Antidotes. Had they counted on access to this room or not? Clearly there was nothing that was overly utile to the Mungo's staff, being that the Minister was still shakily recovering. However, readily mixed potions would probably prove to be useful to Severus and Alecto, far more so than anything they would have been able to bring with them. Yes, they'd have to be contacted soon.

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To any DEs prowling about empty halls/rooms on the 2nd floor
[info]malengled
2008-12-20 06:59 am UTC (link)
There were perks to working in general proximity of your boyfriend. Major perks. Lunch time perks. Break perks. Lots, and lots of perks. Except those perks were nonexistent when you and said Healer boyfriend worked in different departments, rarely ever saw each other, etc. etc.

It was a pain in the arse, to be quite frank. But they had made plans to take their break at the exact same time today (and they differentiated between "PM" and "AM" this time), and meet in one of the few empty rooms on Rachel's floor. And for once in about a month, she and Healer Smethwyck had managed to coordinate things very well.

"People are bloody fools around the holidays," Rachel commented, straightening her bow. "Did you see that one man who came in looking like a Christmas wreath? There were leaves sprouting from his skin; it was positively the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen in my life. Honestly, who knew the Yuletide spirit was accompanied by such--"

Something felt odd. Noises? Was she--no, not noises. Maybe noises.... Something felt weird.

"Did you hear that?"

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[info]smethy
2008-12-20 07:50 am UTC (link)
It was a great regret that Rachel wasn't his assistant anymore, but he was happy to see her enroll in the nursing intern program. However, it did make coordinating their schedules together a bit tricky, but with a bit of work and string-pulling, they managed to make it happen. For example, Smeth had early rounds tomorrow and was supposed to end early today, but he convinced his father that he would cover for his shift and that Perry could go home early. Perry had happily agreed.

After a rousing half an hour of recreational fun, they both emerged from the empty room. Healer Smethwyck straightened out the cuffs of his Healer robes and finished buttoning his trousers. He placed an arm around Rachel's shoulders and squeezed. "Or that girl with the candy box crammed into her head? And her boyfriend that was spouting eggno..."

"Wait, what did I hear?" He glanced down at Rachel then froze when a masked... man - Smeth was convinced it was a man by the broad shoulder and hulking height - crossed their path. Swiftly, Healer Smethwyck drew his wand.

At that moment, all the lights in the hall ceased to be on, inciting cries of shock and alarm from the rooms around him. He reached for Rachel's hand, instinctively backing them away towards the nearest exit.

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[info]advancingly
2008-12-21 09:49 pm UTC (link)
Even though she contemplated it, Emmeline was really glad she hadn't gotten rid of her healer robes. Part of her hadn't been able to part, while the other side ranted that it was just going to make her feel guilty for not finishing the internship. In any case--they were coming in handy now, as the hospital staff seemed too busy and in a frenzy to realize that she wasn't actually an intern.

Emmeline had been assigned to the Spell Damages floor, and had ducked into an elderly patient's room who she had known to be in spell induced coma that he could wake from---well they estimated three to four years. So glad that they hadn't moved him to the long-term damage ward, because it was the easiest place to hide out until she needed to start putting up the wards on the lift and stairwell.

She slipped out quickly, head ducked down and looking at charts as she headed toward the lift. Emmeline made that it look like she was too engrossed in the charts to notice that everyone had boarded, and once the doors closed and she checked that the hall was empty, she began to get to work.

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-12-21 09:58 pm UTC (link)
Grayson Wilkes licked his lips. It was oddly quiet and the fact was that he hadn't had much time to get into his Death Eater robes once he'd been admitted. His left hand was wrapped tightly beneath his gloves (it was rather painful making sure that nobody could see the broken fingers through the material) and when he stepped into the empty Spell Damages floor ... he wasn't in a terribly good mood.

This debacle had him on edge. When he spotted the Healer down the line ... well. He realized she looked familiar -- Dearborn's little fling -- and couldn't help the smirk that formed beneath his mask. He slid behind a nearby door, but frowned -- he couldn't allow her to ruin the plan to get the minister the antidote and his movement just now would've caused noise. It looked like she was starting wards...why on earth would she be starting wards?

He would definitely have to investigate this further.

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[info]advancingly
2008-12-21 10:18 pm UTC (link)
Emmeline wasn't very good under stress, she tended to think too much, and that got her spells jumbled and mixed up and basically made life that much harder. She backed away from the door after she thought she'd effectively locked it shut and pressed the button--just to have it open.

"Damn it--" she muttered, going through the steps that McGonagall had showed them earlier that day. She could do the magic, she knew, but it was the panic of being caught and--if someone realized she was wandering around in robes and not in the program, well, that could get her in enough trouble alone, besides the fact that she was trying to help in the assassination of the minister of magic.

One last swish, and another attempt to open---the doors didn't budge. Emmeline let her shoulders drop in relief, and began toward the stairwell.

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-12-21 10:24 pm UTC (link)
He held his breath once Emmeline started to mill around and watched her doing the wards -- it would be easier to reverse later if he knew how she'd put the wards down, after all -- before he noticed she was heading toward the stairwell.

Oh, Merlin -- that was perfect. An isolated, relatively small area where he could wait until she was within range to hit her? Could she have picked a worse spot for defensibility? He started to follow her quietly, wand at the ready while he glided along. Once she was inside the stairwell, she was his.

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[info]advancingly
2008-12-21 11:02 pm UTC (link)
The plan had been to get in, complete your task, get out. Some had more difficult areas to deal with, and Emmeline had been quite thankful with her assignment. She hadn't done much for the Order recently (well--she did help find a vampire stronghold and all that, even if it had a few bumps) and it did feel good to bee out on the field.

She'd decided that the more subtle the wards would be, and a disillusionment spell that she'd managed to perfect in fifth year (fourth, really, but the summer had hit and the Trace had come back into affect). Emmeline hurried down to the bottom of the stairwell leading up to the spell damages one to work on that set---it should make it seem like the stairs were never ending, when in reality the person wasn't moving up at all.

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-12-21 11:09 pm UTC (link)
He debated yet again just watching the girl so that he could learn the basics of the spell and use it later for his own ... but the fact was that Grayson Wilkes was just not that patient. He let out a breath from behind the mask and pointed his wand down the stairwell, shouting a "Diffindo!" from his spot at the top and then sliding behind the cement outcropping next to the railing.

The girl was obviously too self-absorbed to be a complete threat, but she was still putting up those damned wards and she was probably part of the same organization that had gotten Voldemort interested in the Potter boy and his little gang of miscreants.

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[info]advancingly
2008-12-22 02:15 am UTC (link)
She sucked back a breath as the curse sliced her arm, and Emmeline gaped up at the death eater at the top of the stairwell. No fucking---She stopped mid-disillusionment and shot up a shield, and not wasting any time in trying to make it down the stairs next set of stairs. Right now she could fake being a terrified intern, but--no, no she was pretty sure Voldemort and his lackeys knew her face rather well. Such a lovely thing to think about.

Right! Spell damage, fourth floor---lots of stairs between her and the apparation point, and not-so-many between here present position and the death eater. Okay--stop complaining and just,

"Stupefy," she shot back, and quickly froze the last few steps and the landing into a large patch of ice.

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-12-22 02:19 am UTC (link)
Merlin, that was annoying. He gritted his teeth as he shot back behind the bit of cement and glared daggers at the woman through his mask (not that she could see), tossing a thawing charm as he started for the stairs, fully planning on blocking off her exit by collapsing the next flight down. That meant leaning over the edging for a moment, but hopefully he'd be able to do that quickly.

He didn't care much about property damage, so when he shot the charm at the stairs down he paid little attention to how many steps he'd destroyed.

Now she was either going to have to jump down the void or be forced back up to him.

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[info]advancingly
2008-12-22 03:12 am UTC (link)
She sucked back a deep breath, managing to grab hold of the railing before she ran straight into the gaping hole where the staircase used to be. Holy fuck. Emmeline's foot scraped the edge before she was able to push herself straight up onto the last solid step. She kept her back to the railing, looking up at the approaching death eater and the staircase. Technically there was some sort of chance that she could make it, but then the other rather high percentage showed that she would probably miss, slip, lose her grip and fall a fall that would probably break a limb.

Or she could deal with a death eater who obviously meant serious business.

A broken leg looked pretty good, right about now.

She summoned a large piece of the rubble and with a wrist flick Alice had shown her, sent it soaring past her and toward the death eater, and then--a thought---she levitated another piece of rubble and kept it hovering in the middle of the gaping void and----jumped.

Jumped onto the piece, then---to the landing, and---smack the side of her head hit the landing very hard, but she'd made it and---dizzy, very, very dizzy now.

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-12-22 03:18 am UTC (link)
Oh, for Merlin's sake. The advantages to being a much larger man with a much larger set of testicles (and therefore stupidity) meant that he could do much the same, although the piece of rubble being sent at him was only narrowly avoided by a shielding spell of his own. He gritted his teeth, irritated, and moved to the edge of the gap.

He rolled his eyes behind the mask and then summoned his own strength to launch across the platform ... and right up next to the girl. He sent off a stunning spell the moment that he landed, although he was unsteady on his feet when he did as much. This was fast turning out vastly more annoying than he had been hoping their little voyage would be.

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[info]advancingly
2008-12-22 03:32 am UTC (link)
Dizzy, but able to see a gigantic death eater soaring over at her, and Emmeline rolled slightly and---okay, a stunning spell to your already bleeding arm really hurt. She let out a pain-filled shriek and pushed back into the corner. This---this had not been expected, this was not supposed to happen, and she should've been out of there already, the Order should be done and they should have noted that she had not returned yet and---pressing back against the wall made her feel the lump under her robes, and she couldn't believe she'd forgotten about her invisibility cloak.

This wasn't--over.

Emmeline pushed herself up with wobbly legs, wand out and other hand (her bleeding, stunned one---she would definitely have been pulling it into herself anyway) slipped into her robes. Even that fucking hurt.

"What do you want--" she muttered, breathing heavily and working frantically to unstrap her cloak.

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-12-22 03:35 am UTC (link)
Did he really have to have a goal? Did she really expect him to be doing anything except tormenting her and probably trying to capture her, since she was part of that little bloody Society that was constantly meddling in affairs it didn't belong in? He chuckled underneath the mask, an ugly, muffled sound, and raised his own wand again.

Another diffindo (because really, making someone pass out from blood-loss was really one of the most enjoyable ways to make a capture) had him pressing closer to her, making sure to stay clear of the edge that he was wobbling on.

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[info]advancingly
2008-12-22 07:26 am UTC (link)
Biting down on the inside of your cheeks was probably counter productive when your arm was getting sliced apart. Same arm, of course, she'd managed to run into the death eater with a very keen mean streak, it seemed, and Emmeline could taste the blood between her teeth and tongue that she'd drawn.

But--the jerking of the injured arm (left, right, she didn't even know at this point, all the world was a blur), helped her unlatch the strap of her invisibility cloak, and in one incredibly last ditch effort as she was definitely beginning to feel the blood loss, Emmeline slammed forward, pulling out the cloak, hoping to at least, maybe, hopefully knock his wand away.

Holy hell this man was solid--she immediately flipped the cloak over her head as she attempted to speed off, praying to whatever was looking down at them that the blood from her arm got soaked up into her robes.

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-12-22 07:32 am UTC (link)
Grayson most certainly did not have a 'keen mean streak'! He was as docile as a doe in the summer rain prancing through a field of daisies.

By the time that he realized she'd had the gall to slam into him he was seething with pain, his jaw set tightly. Merlin, she just had to run into his injured hand with her spastic movement, didn't she? He didn't cry out, but he made a very audible growl in his chest and glared in the direction the girl would have bounced back (yes, he was aware that she wasn't going to be able to move him) only to find that she was gone.

Wait, just gone? He cursed to himself and sighed, taking off down the hall. No need to get caught in the blood-spattered stairwell.

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[info]johnsonfamily
2008-12-22 03:49 am UTC (link)
Emily was so bogged down today. There seemed to be a large influx of people with creature induced injuries--more than normal. Which meant more paperwork and more patients to watch and the fact that she was still having issues with morning sickness and standing on her feet for too long wasn't doing her any good--she was not happy. So when someone was standing at her counter, well--she felt completely justified in her annoyance.

"What can I do for you?" she said, a slight twinge of hostility present in her voice.

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[info]fabulously_fab
2008-12-22 11:39 pm UTC (link)
Fabian carefully moved around through the first floor of St.Mungo's, which took care of Creature-Induced Injuries, trying his best to keep his identity hidden. It was rather inconvenient, to have your face plastered on magazine covers whenever you had to try and sneak around to save the bloody world from Death Eater scum. He had on a hooded sweatshirt, and had debated on putting on sunglasses or something else that would hide his face, but figured that'd probably draw more attention. His hands were shoved into the pocket of the sweatshirt, his hand gripping onto the wand that was stored there. Some of the interns would glance in his direction, but he just focused down on the floor.

Turning a corner, he looked over his shoulder to make sure that the coast was clear before slipping into a small little area where he was hidden by a wall, pointing his wand at the stairway entrance. His mouth moved as he muttered the spell that would cast a barrier on said door, and once he was sure that it was cast, he slipped the wand back into his pocket. “Three down…two to go.” He sighed heavily, knowing that there was another stairway entrance as well as another set of elevators on the other side of that floor. There were 6 elevator sections all together, as well as 4 stairway entrances, but he was only in charge of half of them. He hadn’t paid much attention to who was taking care of the other 5, because he was so focused on not being recognized. He had opted to not go with an invisibility cloak, if only for the fact that the first floor was extremely crowded, seeing how they had to go through there to get to the other floors, and would probably accidentally wind up bumping into someone, which would cause mass amounts of confusion. It probably wasn’t a very good idea, putting a famous Quidditch player down there, but he didn’t want to let that stop him. It was times like these that he regretted his career choice, even if it was what he loved to do.

Stepping out from his little hiding spot, he looked back to the stairway entrance he had just blocked off, and then looked ahead, catching himself just in time before he collided with someone. “Whoa!” Fabian let out, coming to a very abrupt halt. His words seemed to have caught the other person’s attention, causing them to stop as well. “…that was close.”

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[info]mythomania
2008-12-25 05:18 am UTC (link)
omg shottie lmao <3

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Eliza
[info]misterwormtail
2008-12-23 12:33 am UTC (link)
"Come on...come on..."

Peter huffed as he watched the numbers of one elevator go down. He was waiting for it to get to the second floor, so he could stop it there, but for some reason it seemed to be lingering on the fourth. He looked around again, since he was trying to hide himself by pressing his back against a wall, right near the corner that separated the hallway he was in from the hallway the elevators were located. He didn’t look to conspicuous, since he was just sort of standing there incase anyone did happen to walk by him, but he needed to make sure no one saw him cast the spell, because that would cause some problems.

He looked down at the watch on his wrist, brows furrowing as he tapped against it with the pointer finger of his left hand. “…it can not still be up there.” He looked over, seeing the number 4 still lit up. He couldn’t remember what floor Sirius was on, but he knew for a fact that they had decided which elevators they were going to cover before they did this. There was no way that Sirius had already stopped it, because this was his section.

Right?

He strained his brain to try to remember, but just as he did, the number finally changed to 3 on the elevator, causing Peter to let out a sigh of relief. Those blue eyes watched the numbers change, watching as it stalled on 3, and just as he had removed his wand from his pocket, he felt someone tap him on his shoulder. He was very glad that he had suppressed the yelp that had nearly slipped out, but could not help but jump, dropping his wand in the process. He turned around, looking down at who had scared him half to death, and then looked back at the elevators, watching as they opened up.

That number 2 was lit up.

Fidgeting, he bent his knees to try and grab at his wand. “W-what?” He asked, looking up at the girl, quickly shoving his wand into his pocket again. His heart was pounding, and he kept looking over his shoulder at the elevator.

Just his luck.

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[info]elizaddled
2008-12-23 01:42 am UTC (link)
Dedalus had told her to stay home today.

Not told, exactly, because that would have been rather odd, but he'd somehow found out that another nurse needed to switch shifts with someone, and put together that Eliza was free and--yes. She'd been home for about half an hour into the shift she was supposed to have when she received an emergency owl about covering in the maternity ward.

Which---ended sending her up to Spell Damage for half an hour, which sent her back down to the second floor. Eliza found some weird sense of calm in the chaotic halls of Mungo's; even though everyone was always moving at a rapid pace, they all knew what they were doing, and that eased her worries.

Eliza had noticed Peter because she noticed everything, and he seemed to look very sick. She remembered him from school, and she'd seen him around Dedalus--sort of. Or whenever Dedalus was around Peter's other friends, really, but she did recognize his face and name, and he was looking ill in a hospital...which she worked at...

"Are you feeling all right, Peter?" she asked softly, eyes full of concern.

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[info]misterwormtail
2008-12-23 02:08 am UTC (link)
He looked ill? He didn’t think he did, but he didn’t doubt it. He was probably pale, and looked like a nervous wreck. Then again, when didn’t he? For some reason, Peter Pettigrew always had a nervous look about him, as though expecting someone to jump out behind him every second of the day. It was rare, for him to be calm when he wasn’t surrounded by the rest of the marauders. They were kind of like his bodyguards, even though he wouldn’t ever admit to it. There was no doubt that his 3 best friends were stronger, and smarter than he was when it came to certain things…like, dueling for example.

“What?” He repeated, looking over at the elevator before turning back to Eliza, nodding his head frantically. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, just…just fine, thanks. Feeling quite well, actually. I’m just b-busy…don’t really have time to t-talk, have th-…” he looked over his shoulder watching as the elevator went down to level one. He mentally cursed at himself and then turned back to Eliza. “…I’m fine.” He repeated, even though his shoulders had dropped a bit. He couldn’t fail at his one job, or else The Order was going to kill him.

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[info]elizaddled
2008-12-23 03:28 am UTC (link)
He certainly didn't seem fine. It was usually a very big hint that someone wasn't fine when they proceeded to comment that they were fine. Three times was when Eliza stepped in, and her eyes shot to the opening door of the elevator. They would be able to get him a pepper-up potion right around the bend---

Eliza blinked slowly as the lights in the corridor turned off. Why were the lights off? Why would the lights be off? Eliza was sure in her few months in the hospital, she'd never seen a dark corner in the building, let alone an entire corridor.

"Was it storming outside?" she asked, unsure of when he boarded the lift. Eliza pushed back on her heels, trying to spot some sort of illumination from under a door or something like that. Sometimes the wards and lights in her house would flicker when a rather nasty storm would pass by.

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[info]misterwormtail
2008-12-23 03:56 am UTC (link)
Peter’s attention moved over to the elevator, again, once Eliza’s did. Damn it, he had yet another opportunity, but couldn’t even take it because Eliza was standing there! Part of him wanted to just…stun her or something, stop the elevators, and then revive her as though nothing had happened. He was sure that wouldn’t go over very well, so for the time being, he would have to wait it out. He fidgeted slightly, and opened his mouth to tell her that he was fine, one more time, but stopped speaking immediately after the lights went out.

“…it’s not a storm.” Peter’s voice was very low, his eyes darting around for any sign of movement. He slowly turned around, trying to not make any noise as he did so, but there wasn’t any point. As soon as he was facing the other direction, he felt a spell slam against his chest, sending him flying back into Eliza. He landed on top of her, and quickly scampered to his feet, helping her up. “Stupefy!” The spell was directed at the Death Eater who was lurking in the shadows. It stunned the wizard momentarily, giving him enough time to drag Eliza behind the nearest corner. “You okay?” He looked over at her before he went to peer around the corner, seeing the Death Eater get closer and closer. “We don’t have a lot of time. Go and f-find a place to hide…now!” The last word was spoken a bit louder than his other words. Peter wanted to go into hiding as well, but knew that he couldn’t let anything happen to anyone else in the Hospital… That wasn’t what an Order member, or a Marauder would do.

Moving out from behind the wall, he pointed his wand at the Death Eater once again. “Obscuro!” He couldn’t tell if it had worked, because it was so dark. It wasn’t until the Death Eater stopped moving towards him did he know he had been successful. He gripped at his wand, knowing that because he was horrible at fighting, he wouldn’t last very long, but the least he could do was try to hold the wizard off for as long as he could. He took the time to back up, accidentally bumping into a plant, which caused the momentarily blindfolded wizard to know his location, or at least which direction he was in. His wand was raised, and pointed at Peter, who didn’t have much time to speak before “Expellamus!” was shouted at him. His wand went flying, and he once again began to panic, since the Death Eater had already uttered the counter-curse to his own little blindfold trick. He stood frozen for a moment, and then, out of no where, he had a moment where he felt brave, and leaped for his wand, feeling it against his fingertips before hearing another spell shouted at him by the now, very unhappy Death Eater.

“Crucio!”

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[info]elizaddled
2008-12-23 04:56 am UTC (link)
Eliza was knocked completely off balanced, physically and mentally; what was that. She stared frightfully down the hall as Peter pulled her up, nodding quickly in response because---because that was a spell, someone had shot a spell at them, and---Eliza let out a gasp as she realized what was going on. A death eater in the hospital! Why would they---the Minister! They were after the Minister!

---oh, oh this was why Dedalus had suggested she stay home.

"Peter!" she shrieked, backing away with her hand going to her mouth. Oh! Oh---wand! Yes, wand, she'd---she'd never seen a death eater before, and she should probably be focusing on him right now but Eliza couldn't take her eyes off the writhing boy on the ground, and she had to do something, "Diffindo!" she cried out, hearing the sickening sound of sliced flesh.

Eliza didn't have time to think that she had just attacked a death eater before the cloaked figure was centimeters away, grabbing her by the chin and shoving her to the wall,

"Pretty little girls shouldn't be playing such a dirty game--"

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[info]misterwormtail
2008-12-23 05:22 am UTC (link)
There was absolutely no denying that he had never felt pain like that in his entire life. As much as he wanted to hold back his shouts, he couldn’t, because every single fiber of his being felt like it was being sliced open with something rusted and dull. It seemed to last forever, and when it ended, he couldn’t move at first. He didn’t even realize who had actually come to his rescue until he heard the Death Eater speaking. Deep breaths were taken as he quickly recomposed himself, grabbing onto his wand as he approached the cloaked figure, disarming him before pushing the tip of his own weapon against the back of his neck.

“Let her…go…”

His voice was hoarse, and his hand was shaking more than he wanted it to. At this moment, he was absolutely terrified. James, Sirius, and Remus were no where to be found, he was not responsible for Eliza’s life, and he was a Muggleborn to boot. He didn’t even have blood status working in his favor in this situation. It was just another reason for him to kill Peter, and that thought kept rushing through his head.

The Death Eater let out a cold laugh, turning his head to acknowledge Peter. Part of him thought that his heart was going to explode, since it was beating to hard against his chest, but he stood his ground. “Let her go!” The words echoed through the empty hallways, pressing his wand roughly against the Death Eater’s skin, hearing him grunt.

“Filthy mudblood...”

The phrase made Peter twitch internally. “I swear to God I’ll blow your bloody head off…” Peter spoke through gritted teeth, sounding surprisingly tough, even though he was anything but. The Death Eater began to let go of Eliza, before he decided to grab her by the neck and throw her down the hall, causing Peter to stumble back since the larger man had crashed into him in the process. Thankfully, he didn’t drop his wand, and was able to shout a slew of spells in the man’s direction. Before he knew it, the cloaked figure was shouting…due to the fact that his entire body was on fire. Peter stared at what he had done, eyes wide and jaw slacked, the smell of burning flesh filling his nostrils before he scrambled to his feet, feeling extremely nauseous, and went over to Eliza, bending down to check on her. “Come on, y-you need to get up, you ha-have to get somewhere safe…”

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[info]elizaddled
2008-12-23 06:32 am UTC (link)
Go away, go away, go away was the only thought running through her head. Just---go away---she couldn't even be sure if she was terrified, because her mind could only focus on his hands, and what he was doing, and why he was doing this to her, why was he---Eliza let out another shriek and skidded into a tray of materials, having them shower down over her.

She needed--her wand, she'd dropped it, and---and---Eliza let out another scream at the sight of the man on fire and--and his robes were completely engulfed, and she pushed back on her hands and heels, backing away until Peter was hovering over her.

"Peter!" she let out, "Peter! Peter are you---he's---he's on--" Eliza finally forced herself to look away from the death eater and up at Peter. This--this was, this was--she grabbed onto Peter's arm, unsure if she was shaking or him, and stumbled back into a--supplies closet. Eliza tried to catch her breath, and she latched onto Peter again, "Peter---I---is--Dedalus! He's---he has to be---the--I have to find him!"

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[info]misterwormtail
2008-12-23 07:06 am UTC (link)
Oh, he was definitely shaking. His entire head was spinning, and he was trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. “I-I know, I…there’s no time, w-we need…we need to go…” He continued to try to help her up, nearly falling over with her when she stumbled back. He moved over to her, bending down to help her up, only to have his eyes go wide as she clung to him, swallowing roughly as she asked about Dedalus. “Wh-…What? No!” He pulled her up, quickly, still shaking as he looked back to the Death Eater who had let out another scream, now collapsed on the floor. He tried to get his heart rate to go back to normal. “Y-you can’t go, i-it’s not safe. The D-…The Death Eaters, th-they will kill you, you…you can’t go!” He hated that he couldn’t even get out a sentence without tripping over his words. At least he could get out a sentence now, because earlier in his life he couldn’t get past the first vowel.

He knew she wasn’t going to just listen to him when it came to Dedalus so he placed both of his hands on her shoulders. “We need to get out of this hallway…alright? I…just st-stay close to me, okay?” He nodded his head, hoping it would be contagious and she would do that same. He turned around, walking towards the elevators that just so happened to be where he needed them to be. He pointed his wand at them, finally uttering the spell that shut them down. Now, even if Eliza didn’t listen to him, there was no way to get through the elevators, or get to the stairs unless she knew spells to break down the strong barriers that had been placed around the hospital by Order Members. He looked up at the ceiling, as though looking through to the floor above them, hoping to God that everything was going well up there.

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