erin b. kirke (erinkirked) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-04-09 19:31:00

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elliot alderton, erin kirke, group, seymour dingle

Open to Everyone!
Erin rocked her head up and down to the music, wand moving quickly over the pieces of evidence in front of her. It really helped to have some tunes when you were dealing with objects from a murder scene, she believed, and it also helped keep her in shape. Yes, sure, she was supposed to be gaining weight for the baby, but the books say that exercise is also good for the child, and things would just be easier that way and--

--ew.

She her tapping foot splashed some water, and Erin immediately groaned. What had she spilled? Looking down at the ground, her eyes widened at the sight of it not only being a puddle, but--the whole floor was covered by at least an inch of water!

"What the hell!" she let out, looking around to see if Avis or Alice were in the vicinity. Had someone's weather spell gone funky? Who the hell liked to have it rain in the offices anyway? Groaning, Erin hurried from the counter to the door of the lab, pulling the door open with some effort. She let out a yelped as a wave of water pushed against her shins, and she held onto the frame of the door.

"What's going on!" Erin shouted down the hallway, looking for anyone who could help.

Okay, so the death eaters have completely fried the weather spells in the ministry and are causing natural disasters

http://www.hp-lexicon.info/ministry/ministry-hq.html

Level One - Floods
Level Two - Floods
(to keep the aurors/hitwizards from reaching the scene quickly)

Level Three - Earthquake

Level Four - release of animals/werewolf captures
(werewolves in human form are released, freed from their capture)

Level Five - Hail

Level Six - Hurricane
(sends people using the floo ports and portkeys all over)

Level Seven - Tornado

Level Eight/Atrium - Calm
(nothing suspicious)

Level Nine - Heat Wave

Haaave fun? Open to all, visitors included :D And your person doesn't have to be on their usual floor, go with what you want? XD

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takeachance
2009-04-10 07:34 pm UTC (link)

Archie was having a terrible day. Actually, Archie was having a terrible couple of days. The Healers at St. Mungo's had given him something to reverse the curse, but they said it was a bit of a tough one--meaning he would have to deal with the claws and scales for a few days, as he reverted back to normal. The claws had shrunken quite a bit, but the scales had only receded a little. Being that he had already maxed out the his holidays with the honeymoon (he would like to remind everyone that he hadn't been home to see his wife, for quite a few days), Archie had to return for work the next day, dismayed to see he was one of the very few in the office to get struck by one of the cursed packages.

Oh, he hated life right now. Too scared to go to his in-laws' house looking like that, and too ashamed to bunk at Elliot's or Ioan's, he had spent the night in their decrepit, hazardous mansion and portkeyed to work this morning. He had to bathe in what he thought was a fairly deserted lake, until he saw a few Muggles (judging by their clothes) catch sight of him and scream bloody murder. He hadn't thought he looked that bad!

At this very moment, however, Archie was walking along the bottom floor corridor, having delivered some paperwork to another office's head. He was padding back in the direction of the stairwell, feeling something amiss. Squelch, squelch, squelch. Looking down disgustedly, Archie saw the stones were damp. The dust and dirt from the poorly-cleaned floor was collecting into bits of mud and the edges of his shoes and robes were caking.

"Oh, bloody Mer--" He stopped.

Archie looked around uncertainly. He could have sworn he had just heard a--tearing sort of noise. Or not tearing, perhaps it was more of a thrashing. Whatever the noise was, it was very violent sounding. Nervously, Archie hoped that the source of it wasn't violent, as well. Looking backwards, he could see nothing suspicious. All right, then. He turned to walk forward, stopping suddenly.

A huge rush of water was cascading down the stairwell, rolling and tumbling into itself, thundering as though the very foundations of the Ministry building were being rocked about.

"H-help!" Archie choked, backpedaling down the hall, trying not to slip or trip amongst the rapidly collecting muck. "SOMEONE! THERE'S--HELP!"

Why didn't he have gills?

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