WHO: Miranda Dodderidge (it's a narrative, but Davy Gudgeon is there doing his thang. And Xeno's around too!)
WHAT: A ministry protest disguised as a muggle performacne
WHEN: TODAAYYYY
WHERE: Godric's Hollow



"I believe in love..."

Miranda looked out into the rather large crowd that had gathered in Godric's Hollow town square. Her troop only had ten performers in it, as they were the only ones from her W.A.D.A. classes to risk the show getting shut down by the ministry. Things were going well so far, only little reference to the wizard world had been made, and she hadn't caught sight of any hitwizards that might be patrolling the area. Things were looking good.

She pushed up close to the microphone, enjoying the feeling of using muggle technology; it felt natural, it felt real, and she shut her eyes tightly to reach for the next few notes, "I believe that now is the time for all good ministry men---"

Her eyes opened with the changed lyric and she winked at the crowd. Miranda recognized some wizards and saw that they'd begun to clap a bit more vigourously. Her smile grew and she stretched her arms out toward the crowd, really feeling as if they were understanding what this show was all about,

"To believe in love, I believe, that now is the time for all good men to come to the aide of..." Miranda held the note for longer than she should, and let her voice carry as posters painted by Davy, depicting death eaters and Hogwarts---the madness of the war was slowly being lifted up as picket signs by her troop, and while the muggles in the crowd seemed confused, the wizards and witches that had stopped began to holler.

Miranda pressed her hand to her heart. She was glad that the song had a familiar British tune, "My country, tis of thee...what's wrong with our ministry? God save...."

Flyers were thrown into the crowd; muggles would see something about a movement relative to them, but the magical crowd would read a lovely rant from the Quibbler crew, exclaiming about the injustices, that we could not have another M.A.G.I.C. act thrown upon us, that it was time to stand up for our rights as human beings and not just sit and listen to whatever the ministry said---it wasn't for our safety, it was so that they had less to concern themselves with.

The music raved on and Miranda spun around, arms in the air and hair flying about her face. This was where she belonged, on the stage and not waiting around for things to be clear. She would have hoped that her children would appreciate her efforts someday, and that they'd feel the need to stand up and fight for their rights as well. Except, of course, if they followed in Ralph's footsteps, they'd end up getting killed because that's all the Order of the Phoenix did to its members---

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to stop spinning!"

Miranda halted in her dance and stared up at the hitwizard who had taken the stage. From the corner of her eyes she saw more puce robes showing up in the crowd, and she hoped Davy at least got away. She grinned up at the hitiwzard before grabbing the microphone one last time,

"What do we want!"

"PEACE!" the crowd shouted back. Miranda felt a tugging on her arm and winced at the spark of the magical handcuffs shooting around her wrists.

"What do we want!"

"FREEDOM!"

She grinned almost deliriously as the crowd and the rest of her troop (who were all being handcuffed and tugged away) continued with the chanting and the song.