gabriel l. corner (coverstory) wrote in valesco,
@ 2010-08-05 12:46:00

Entry tags:

adrian mattias, bertram aubrey, brier stebbins, danielle rookwood, donovan rookwood, elizabeth fortescue, gabriel corner, grayson wilkes, group, hamilton nott, mackenzie goldstein, miranda frobisher, noah boot, ralph frobisher, sarah stebbins, tiberius mclaggen

BLACK OUT!
Gabriel was silently wording his opening lines for the next segment of news when the lights dropped. He lifted his head in a curious manner, having been standing away from the news desk and wondering if it was just a backdrop thing. It wasn't exactly peculiar, there had been men working on the spells earlier this week which had caused the lighting charms to flicker and crackle. He let out a breath and stood where he was, watching as nearly everyone around him performed lumos with their wands. Gabriel supposed he should as well, and wondered if this sort of incident would mess up the wireless airwaves. He didn't know much about the magic behind the WWN, but he supposed those who did would fix things.

He muttered to his assistant that he was going to go into the corridor to see if it was only their studio that had gone out, and she quickly skittered away to find the snack trays. Gabriel let out a breath, sighing at the thought of having to stay at work later because of this delay. He had dinner plans for Rachel and the children, he did not need the annoyance of pushing back reservations. As he pushed out into the hallway, he let out a groan at the darkness. His wand was soon out and he felt awfully tired, frustrated that his day was going to be spent in near darkness.

"Do you have light?" he called out to a figure down the hall, noticing a brighter light than that of a normal lit wand. "The spells have gone out over here, it's pitch---"

Why had he been so languid in his movements just now? Darkness overcoming the WWN studios? In the middle of Diagon Alley? Diagon Alley, which was the near breeding ground for death eater attacks. Gabriel wished he had the mindset to jump to the worst possible conclusion, but the spell the cloaked death eater shot off sliced him across the side of the head, knocking him out cold and to the ground.

If he didn't die today, right now, Rachel was going to kill him.

OOC: OKAY! Magical places affected: Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley, St. Mungo's, The Ministry! The weather is terrible outside all of these places! Death Eaters are already THERE ready to get in and out as fast as possible! Lighting spells are down, candles won't be lit (all of these places had 'workers' messing with them earlier that were really death eaters foiling them. HOME INVASIONS---many wizards live in muggle areas, so they COULD be using electricity, and so on. SO....I will add with any other info/questions, just...GO :O Narratives are super welcome :O

It's for Friday! But Leigh is leaving tonight annnd I know we all work/have plans so. YOU KNOW HOW I AM :)

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Ralph!

stageleft
2010-08-07 02:16 am UTC (link)

Her heart sank into her stomach as the lights shut, the quiet of the waiting room feeling even heavier on her shoulders. Miranda blinked to try and adjust her eyes, but she actually had some sense to light up her wand and that helped a little. Bugger--this couldn't be good. There were a lot of people admitted to St. Mungo's at any given time, and right now, Greta was in a room after being bitten by some bloody snake that Miranda had only managed to kill because it had snuck behind the book case and she had--squished it with a spell shoving the bookcase to the wall. Gross and terrible and---

"Brilliant," she said with a sigh, pressing back into the seat and leaning onto Ralph's shoulders. They'd been on Greta duty for the past hour or so, with Kingsley standing a silent guard by her bedroom. Her family was constantly in and out, of course, but Miranda didn't mind. Greta was her roommate and one of her best friends for the longest time, so. "Should we stay here, or---"

Miranda let out a nox at the sight of a red jet of light shooting down the corridor right in front of their waiting area. Greta's room was down that way! She turned to Ralph fearfully, pulling her legs up off the floor as if it would help her disappear.

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ralphed
2010-08-07 03:04 am UTC (link)

Ralph had experienced blackouts before, but never in the wizarding world. He didn't even know that they could technically happen. It was all magic, wasn't it? And magic didn't run out did it, unless--- unless someone interfered with it. Ralph perked up just as the hallway near them lit up red. Here? Death Eaters were-- it was a bloody hospital, people were already injured what more did they want? A sinking feeling filled him as his mind jumped rather quickly to the progressional conclusion.

So then--- for a brief moment, Ralph had trouble deciding how to act next. Stay or go, stay or go, fight or flight--- Miranda was with him. He couldn't--- he had to get her out of here. Then he would come back for Kingsley and Greta. In all honesty, Kinglsey was probably a lot better off then he would be; being an Auror really helped with that. And Kingsley had yet to leave Greta's room, so---

"We should leave," Ralph whispered tightly, his hand gripping hers more firmly by the second. Moving slowly from his chair, he contemplated where to go next. The lift? No, no, that was too close quarters. So that left the stairs. Not so great of a choice either; he had heard warning stories from Order members about battles happening in the stairway of Mungo's. But how else could they get out? At the very least it was only one flight...

"Come on," Ralph spoke quietly again, imagining the layout of the room.

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stageleft
2010-08-07 04:07 am UTC (link)

Where were they going to go? Miranda didn't have much experience dealing with death eaters, but it wasn't as if she---she knew it go in the opposite direction, at least! But they could be anywhere! At the peace rally, at least it had been an open space, when she was attacked in March, Macnair had made sure she could see him, but right now they might as well have been blind. Forget about the lights being off, if the death eaters were already in the hospital, that meant they had planned to be there, that they had already studied the area and would be able to move in and out faster than she or Ralph ever could.

She let Ralph lead her up, but she couldn't stop herself from repeating over and over in her head that this was a bad, bad idea. The death eaters were here for specific reasons, they wouldn't have---they wouldn't be here already if it was a random raid, if----Miranda stared at Ralph's back, wondering what exactly his plan of action was. He was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, they were the ones that were running into the mess alongside the aurors and hitwizards. But unlike the officials, the Order didn't have the training to defend themselves, they were just---lucky.

And even then, a lot of them didn't have much luck at all.

"What about---an empty room?" she whispered, all the thoughts about the Order members being idiots rushing away as she thought of a way to help protect Greta. This was going against every instinct she had, but---Miranda didn't want to hide. "To---keep watch? But out of the way and--"

She cringed at the shouting down the corridor, but she couldn't see what was going on.

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ralphed
2010-08-07 09:44 pm UTC (link)

What else could they do? Ralph felt poorly for turning away, but they were defenseless at this point. Miranda was defenseless. He at the very least-- he was the one that was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, wasn't he? He should stay-- would stay! But first he would get Miranda out of here. And then-- and then contact the Order to let them know that Mungo's was under--- the Order! That was the first thing he should have done! Almost immediately, Ralph stopped moving to raise his wand high in the air. Would this be a bad idea? A patronus produced such a large amount of light...

Ralph closed his eyes for a moment, ignoring the spells and shouting from behind them. The-- Order had to know. There was just as equal as a chance as no sing him produce his patronus to someone seeing it. So---

"Expecto Patronum!" Ralph spoke as quietly as possible, focusing on the memory of the first time he had found out he was a wizard (and believed it). A fat raccoon sprouted out of his wand, multiplied, and shot off into different directions n the darkness. He really hoped that had been the right move to make.

"Downstairs--- and out--" he rushed, gripping onto her hand a bit more with every passing second that they grappled for the door in the dark. Ralph suddenly wished for his invisibility cloak, despite knowing that the darkness cloaked all of them to that affect.

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stageleft
2010-08-08 02:02 am UTC (link)

Somehow, somehow they had found the door to the staircase. Miranda couldn't even feel her hand anymore, with how hard they were gripping at each other, and all of her other senses were working on overload. Her eyes were starting to adjust as if it were light out and her ears were catching every zip and zing of the spells bouncing around the corridors.

They opened the door of the stairwell slowly, as quietly as possible, and Miranda stuck her feet to the ground to stop Ralph from hurrying down the steps before she could take a good listen to the echoes of what might be going on. It sounded clear, but Miranda couldn't expect that to last long. There was no way they would be the only ones trying to duck out through the stairwell. They would have to try though, right---

"Wait---" she let out in a quick breath, the sound of shouts bouncing up the walls of the stairwell. Miranda tugged Ralph roughly toward her, surprised by her strength. It must have been the adrenaline, because there had been many times when she had tried to do the same thing and had failed. Miranda pushed them into the corner, suddenly realizing that their chances of escape were ridiculously and terribly thin. "Don't, don't--don't go down there, please---we'll find another way--"

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ralphed
2010-08-08 11:35 pm UTC (link)

How were they going to get out of this unscathed? Even if-- even if they somehow managed to get down the stairs, there was still the issue of the no-doubt infested first floor. And then there would be outside, which again had duels and fighting going on... they were trapped! There was no way out. Legitimately no way to maneuver in the dark here! How-- how--

As Miranda shoved him into the corner, Ralph's thoughts became increasingly desperate. How would this all end? By-- by--- he pulled his lips back tight at the thought he couldn't even finish. It was bad, very bad, their situation was not idea--- Miranda pressing herself closer up against him suddenly washed away all his negative thoughts.

No, he refused to die here, in a hospital of all places. This was not how it was all meant to end, and he wouldn't-- he wouldn't! They were going to get out of this, it was just a matter of thinking quick enough. Blinking quickly (though in this atmosphere the affect seemed lost), he began to nod.

"Yes," was all Ralph could muster quietly. It was even possible the people on the lower level would help. Unlikely, but they could still wait here and see.

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stageleft
2010-08-11 07:08 pm UTC (link)

Miranda felt like shutting her eyes and hiding in the front of Ralph's shirt, she felt like crying, she felt like shaking and screaming because---she was a Gryffindor, yes, but she was not meant for this. She was not meant to fight, she couldn't understand the need to fight. She'd gone out to the peace rally and in her near mania she had performed admirably...but the moment she had gotten home she'd cried, broken down into tears and couldn't stop for hours. Miranda just could not be part of the war in this manner.

But--it would hurt more to just stand here, beside Ralph, and crumble. He was the only thing that she'd give her life for, and if standing up and pulling out her wand right now meant that he could have another second on this Earth----Merlin's beard, she'd become so morbid and dramatic (in the serious ways, not the childish manners she had been so prone to--), but it was the truth. Right now, in this war, Ralph was what she was fighting for, so--

Miranda pulled out her wand, her other hand wiping some tears away as the sounds coming up and down the stairwell grew louder, as the lights continued to bounce up and down the walls and creating great billowing shadows.

"I'm sorry I gave your ring back," she said, keeping her eyes on the stairs to watch for the first dark cloak of the impending death eater attack, but her free hand went to grab Ralph's, "I'd marry you tonight if I could--"

Miranda feared the finality in her voice, but all of their exits were blocked! Any route of escape was filled to the brim with death eaters. She had to let him know.

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