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


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Entry tags: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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[info]berkelisms
2009-08-11 01:47 am UTC (link)
"If I don't go now and get people out, it's going to be even more devastating when the aftershocks hit," Berk responded immediately. He felt a strange kind of cold in his chest, realizing he had never had to deal with his wife in this situation. Most days on the field you went out, and pushed forth through everything, blocking out any emotion that might stop you from reaching your goal. People had this idea that aurors were as cold as stone because of how serious they behaved, but if they let themselves think about the wives and children they had back home when they were fighting death eaters?

Well--they didn't get back home.

Berkeley had always been very good at turning on his tunnel vision, but looking at Amelia now made it difficult to fully lose himself in that. He had to take a breath and step out of his auror mode before he was going to be able to get her out of there and do his job.

Smiling, Berk put his hands on Amelia's shoulders, then quickly moving them to cup her face in a way he often did when she got too stressed out about work or legal issues. Berk pushed forward and kissed her quickly, and still holding her face he said, "I love you, Amelia, but I have to go," his entire face frowned into an almost pleading state, "You've got to trust me."

Trust him for what, exactly, he wasn't sure, but Berk felt his mind and body settling back into his defensive mode as he held onto her face. She needed to know, without him saying more or staying much longer, that he was going to do all he could to save as many people as he could, and come back home. But if he couldn't---Amelia had to know he tried.

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[info]amelias
2009-08-18 08:17 am UTC (link)
There was a tiny amount of warmth that permeated the cold feeling in her chest when Berkeley smiled. When Amelia felt his lips, her eyes closed instinctively, expecting something longer than the tiny, quick kiss that he gave.

The second she opened her eyes and saw his face, opposite of the expression he'd given before, it was like swallowing ice.

She couldn't explain it, this--terrified feeling she had of letting him go. She trusted him, but it wasn't Berk that she needed to be able to trust. It was all of the unknown that was out there, all of the danger that no one could predict, including him. It wasn't like he was going to fight Death Eaters. An earthquake wasn't a human being, who you could to some point or another predict what it was going to do, who had weaknesses that you could exploit. He wasn't trained to know how to deal with this, and they both knew it.

But he had to go.

"Go," Amelia told him. Her voice didn't shake because she wasn't going to let it. If she was going to let him walk away like this, she had to force some kind of certainty into herself, even if she had to trick herself into thinking for five seconds that it was all okay. For five seconds, she needed to tell herself that what she felt was stupid and suck it up. She had a job to do other than being his wife, just like he had a job other than to stand here with her and console her. She still had to help Marnie get out before it was too late. What would she do if she knew that Marnie had gotten hurt because she'd stood around being a baby for a minute too long?

Amelia brought her hands up over his and squeezed them tightly before moving them away from her face. "I love you. Go."

Everything would be fine.

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