◎ c h a r l i e (spinnets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-08-05 21:33:00

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chester scabior, christopher loftus, derek dobbs, diagon alley, earthquake, elphias doge, emmeline vance, gabriel corner, glenda prewett, greta catchlove, group, javier spinnet, jonas ackerly, kobe ackerly, lyssandra vance, miranda frobisher, nicholas hooke, noah boot, patrick vance, ralph frobisher, sebastian goldstein, severus snape

DIAGON ALLEY, EARTHQUAKE
"And you know what? There is not a sale worth going out in this heat, I'm serious!"

Javier grinned, putting up his hands in a defensive manner, "I'm sorry, but I don't need a pair of robes that badly, have you seen those temperatures? I'm surprised Fortescue's is still standing, would've thought they'd have melted awaaaaaay----whoa, what is---"

He gripped onto the desk, eyes widening as he rumbled and rolled away because the fucking building was shaking! Javier let out numerous words that were not politically correct to say on the wireless, and toppled out of his chair, busting his head on the floor. Strings of angry Spanish soared out of his mouth as he crawled up to his knees, and Javier grabbed the microphone.

Through the glass he saw that the other members of his staff were looking like they'd just been shot, and it took Javier a few good seconds to realize what the fuck happened, as another rumbling, rolling coursed through the studio. Javier dropped to the ground, covering his head with his hand as he shouted angrily into the microphone:

"ARE WE EXPERIENCING A FUCKING EARTHQUAKE IN DIAGON ALLEY?"

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snapes
2009-08-06 07:06 am UTC (link)

Fine, fine, he supposed saving a person or two couldn't be avoided--there was an astounding number of people walking about. But he was on his way out, not on his way in to help others.

"Of course I can stand," he hissed, shooting her a contemptuous look despite the fact that he was sprawled on the ground and looking quite like the wind had been knocked out of him. His free hand searched blindly on the ground for the wand that had been flung from his grasp in his avid casting. This was simply perfect, wasn't it? The whole world turns up to Diagon Alley and he runs into Emmeline Vance. Or tackles, more appropriately, but Snape wasn't so fixated on technicalities at this point.

With a noise of triumph, the thin man pulled himself up (not without some difficulty, but that was irrelevant) and, with a change of plans, started to head back towards the apothecary, hoping to find the Floo network's connection would be undisturbed. Trying to Apparate in the midst of all this madness was just asking for a splinching. Why was it he worked here, when all this alleyway gave him was trouble upon trouble?

He passed Emmeline with nothing so much as a grunt, and that was up to her to take however she pleased.

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advancingly
2009-08-07 01:16 am UTC (link)

She stood there for a moment, stunned that he'd actually gone back into the store he had just tried to escape from (she had the bruised elbows to prove this fact). Emmeline had heard some of the Order men crowing on and on about Snape and how much of a git he was, so this shouldn't be surprising, but---he had knocked her out of the way. Not on purpose, she had to remind herself, but he'd still done it. She might not be a Gryffindor but she had some nobility in that state.

Emmeline turned away, trying to figure out what the best route out of her would be. The Leaky Cauldron was probably a mess, either from the destruction or the crowds trying to get out, and the Ministry was completely out of the question. So where to go? Wait it out? And what if aftershocks came? Emmeline looked up the length of the apothecary, wincing at the bricks that were still falling from its siding.

"Snape," she called out, because she really had a terrible feeling about this place and was ready to move out of the way. Emmeline took a breath and took a few steps into the building, but she didn't get to call him again when she watched a long crack head along the low ceiling. Emmeline let out a gasp of a noise as her eyes widened, and she flung out her wand to summon---well, Snape out from the the rubble.

She felt like one of those muggle cowboys, wrangling in a bull---her arm pulled back as hard as she could, watching with horror as the ceiling collapsed.

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snapes
2009-08-07 03:36 am UTC (link)

He'd known what he was doing—truly, he had. Of course, it looked foolish, walking back through the disastrous wreck of an area, to his shop that was collapsing more with every passing second, but did she honestly think he was that stupid? No one ran back into a falling pile of rubble without using their head, and if they didn't, they didn't deserve to come back out! That was simply the end of the story. Snape hadn't even asked for her help, and it certainly wasn't on purpose that he'd thrown himself on top of her to save her life, it was exactly a rotten bit of good luck. Perhaps if he had told her that, she would not be trying quite so desperately to return the favor.

Being slight of build was an extreme aerodynamic advantage in this situation, and Snape moved with surprising agility to the back of the store, getting closer and closer to the backroom. He noticed the crack in the ceiling, but with just spurt more of speed, he should have been able to outrun it. The damage couldn't have been quite so bad in the back room, but even so, Flooing would take only a few moments—until he started to slow. He slowed considerably, as a matter of fact, but since it still felt as though he were running, Snape was understandably confused. But the hook around his navel and the sudden sensation of flying backwards told him he was moving all right, but neither of his own volition, nor in the direction he wanted to be moving in. Of course it's--

"VANCE!" he bellowed, trying to gain purchase on his wand without the folds of his robe sleeves interfering. "Stop this nonsense at once!"

He would have dragged his feet on the floor, had he thought it would be of any use. But now, falling debris and rubble was upon him as he was being flung out of the building, and there was no way Emmeline could see past the parts of the store that had caved in to move the wand to move him. He grabbed his wand and pointed behind him as he yelled "Reducto! Reducto!" trying to ensure he wouldn't make contact with anything as he was being "reeled" back. It worked.

Almost. The spell had blasted some of the shelves to the right only partially, which meant rather than be turned to dust, they merely exploded, bits of wood and stone showering upon Snape as he whizzed by, crashing back into the debris outside. Wood and stone, yes, but also glass. From jars—most of which still contained very potent ingredients in now-open and leaking containers. He moaned groggily from the rough landing, hoping that one of the things he'd slammed into was Emmeline Vance's face, but that thought lasted for merely a second before Snape realized there was a tremendous amount of stinging and burning and other painful sensations.

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