◎ 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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catchthislove
2009-08-09 03:29 am UTC (link)

Being told that someone who was thus far appearing to be a great friend and ally in one's time of need was about to do something heinous and pain-causing was not the most reassuring thing in the world. In fact, it was very much the opposite—one might even go so far as to call it a betrayal of trust of the most dastardly kind.

"That's not a very nice thing to say. Do we have to? I'm having a nice time just sitting here, actually."

But somehow, despite the fact that Gabriel was sitting there, telling her he was about to do something grotesquely painful to her, all Greta was really thinking about was if he was going to keep touching her hair, because that was surprisingly very soothing in her delirious state.

Until, of course, she realized in the vague alertness of her subconscious, Eurgh, what if I'm bloody?

Such was a testament to her knight in shining armor's stomach of steel, she supposed. Merlin only knew if their situations were reversed, she'd be running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

She thought she'd save Gabriel some of the trouble of moving her own awkwardly long limbs by doing it herself, which worked fine for the first three seconds, or so. Until Greta tried putting weight on her bad leg, which she had not yet figured was broken, despite the odd angle it had rested on.

Shrieking, and undoubtedly turning very white, she bit her tongue so hard it almost split. Greta's eyes squeezed, and in a rare moment of lucidity, her voice came out very small, "I don't think I can do this."

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