◎ 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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sebclicks
2009-08-08 05:57 pm UTC (link)

Ho-ly shit.

Sebastian blinked, trying to get the tears of pain that had shot to his eyes to drop away. Was it the blurry vision? Was it the shock of the hex? That couldn't be----"Christopher?" he gasped out.

Sebastian felt his shoulders get tugged up by invisible strings, and soon he was standing like a life-sized marionette, legs wobbling underneath him as he was maneuvered around. Again, ho-ly shit. This could not possibly be happening. He had always suspected (and suggested) that Christopher Loftus was a death eater, but to actually see that vicious sneer, to know that he was the one that had sent that devasting blow to his back, it was----Sebastian stared dumbly at him, completely shocked and overwhelmed that this was actually happening.

He had to get over that shock, though, if he wanted to survive this encounter. Ho-ly shit.

Christopher did not have complete control over Sebastian's body (what, no Unforgivables? How kind), and with a quick jerk of his arm he tried to send a disarming spell, realizing quickly that he was facing a bloody auror. An auror who had the mindset of a fucking death eater.

Oh, he was so bloody screwed.

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mythomania
2009-08-08 11:43 pm UTC (link)

What a fucking idiot.

Christopher held his tongue, knowing how annoying it was when you attacker would go on about this or that, why he was doing this (if it wasn't obvious to the other man now, then mudbloods were a lot stupider than he had originally presumed), and all the planning and waiting--- it was all a waist of fucking time. And ridiculously exasperating, because who really gave a shit in the long run? All that mattered was action. So simply in response, his face deadpanned as his wrist snapped to deter Sebastian's spell from even remotely hitting on target.

Unfortunately, Christopher wouldn't be able to use any longstanding curses--- no doubt Sebastian would go running to his mudblood-loving sister if he did by chance manage to elude death yet again, and then she would instantly recognize the magical injuries, and Sebastian would tell her, ruining everything he had been falsely 'reconnecting' with her. And, if the Gryffindor did die like intended, then an investigation would begin if his body showed nothing less of physical trauma from the earthquake, creating another headache Christopher wanted to avoid. But no matter, there were other inventive ways for him to get his point across. Happily, crucio left no signs of use whatsoever, so not all was lost.

But that was for a bit later, no need to get ahead of themselves; there was more time for some fun.

Without warning (for a second, he thought of bowing slightly-- how ironic would that be? But no, Sebastian Goldstein was in no way his equal, so therefore not deserving of that respect), Christopher began with an onslaught of random hexes and curses that wouldn't leave too much magical residue to notice. Some of them, of course, weren't meant to directly hit Sebastian, just make him jump and move out of the way.

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sebclicks
2009-08-09 02:25 am UTC (link)

Sebastian couldn't think. He just threw up shield after shield after shield, wondering when the fuck he would get a chance to throw any sort of offensive spells back at Christopher. How did people duel all the time! How did they duel and survive all the time? Sebastian had always been for the 'peace and love' movement and had never thought once about literally fighting the good fight, but now! He was stuck right in the middle of a duel he most definitely was going to lose, and it wasn't even on a mission for the Order.

He was proving to be quite the useless member.

Since using magic was proving fruitless because he was still getting hit by some of the affects of the spells he was barely avoiding, Sebastian ducked behind another garbage bin and tried to take a breath. That was also proving rather difficult as Christopher didn't see the need of having a break throughout his volleys of spells, so----Sebastian's eyes narrowed as he managed to turn on some sort of defense mechanism in his body that wasn't duck and cover.

Right, the stupid muggleborn was going to go bloody neanderthal on this high and mighty wizard's ass.

Picking up a nearby brick, Sebastian quickly shot up and threw it as hard as he could at Christopher, and with much more agility than he ever thought he could have, Sebastian regained his wand in the proper hand and shot reducto, reducto! up at the bricks along the alleyway's walls, hoping to have them rain down on his attacker.

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mythomania
2009-08-09 07:03 am UTC (link)

He should have killed Sebastian Goldstein himself a long time ago, that was proving to be evident. Not to belittle his family's efforts, it was obvious that this mudblood had an uncanny strategy when it came to evading death. All by pure luck, of course, but still irritating in the end. So as Christopher approached the other man steadily, he began to think of an appropriate way to murder him. Perhaps---

Did he just throw a brick at him with his bare hand?

The fact that Sebastian had actually stood up and hurled a random brick caught Christopher off guard enough to not be able to shield himself completely--- a loud gasp escaped him as a large chunk of brick smacked into his face, his nose giving a breaking crack.

"FUBING---" he cursed, one hand automatically going to his face for a few spilt seconds as blood began to sop down his face and robes. But--- stopping most of the falling debris with his wand (some unfortunately did fall through to hit him hard enough to create stars in his eyes) Christopher quickly swung his wand in hand back toward Sebastian, the hovering rubble following the direction.

But as they returned to their sender, most of the pieces burst into fire midair. Because Christopher had decided he wanted to watch Sebastian burn, that was appropiate.

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