◎ 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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supernoah
2009-08-07 06:06 am UTC (link)

For a second, Noah's face twitched into one of horror at the thought of Poseidon being hurt. Odette would--she would kill him if their gigantic...you couldn't even call him a pet now, he was like part of the family and----Terry! His panic about the hippocampus honestly did only last a second, and he sent a flustered glare at Lyssandra before turning away and heading up the stairs himself. Oh, fuck. Yeah, they were definitely not as stable as he would have liked them to be. Not at all, and Noah held onto the railings and pressed up the stairs.

"It's all right!" Noah called loudly to hopefully calm down what he feared were terrified children behind the door. He reached the door with a quick jump and fumbled it open, sprinting inside. "It's okay!"

Noah blanched at the sight of Terry's playpen tipped over to the ground, and slid to his knees to try and uncover his son, but---he wasn't there---Noah threw and tossed away blankets and toys but Terry wasn't---where---Noah felt his heart sink into his stomach and he stared blankly over the room, looking for a sign of his son. Where was Terry? Where could he----be? Noah twisted his mouth as he pushed himself to his feet, moving to Emily's room to---maybe he'd crawled over there and---

"Jesus fucking CHRIST, TERRY!" Noah yelled as he spotted the boy standing beside Emily's crib, his hand between the bars as the little girl held on tight. The babies blanched and immediately began to cry at his outburst, but Noah hurried forward and swept Terry up into his arms and a moment later, Emily. Babies should not---they should always be where you bloody wanted them.

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