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


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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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[info]macks
2010-08-10 02:12 am UTC (link)
Mackenzie had been just about ready to go home when the lights unceremoniously shut off. She paused, half of her things in her arms, waiting for them to come back on any second. She waited and waited until with each passing second her stomach began to fill dread rather than with annoyance. This wasn't right. Mungo's was very tightly run maintained, with just as an efficient staff, so it was only natural when her mind went to the worst.

Those fears were affirmed when shouting began to come from outside, followed by the flash of spells lighting up the outline of the door. Mackenzie dropped the things in her arms, her hands automatically going to her mouth to stop herself from making any noise. They're here? Why? Why now? Why here? This was only for healing the already wounded, what could death eaters possibly want now?

She felt her heart begin to race as panic set over. What should she do? What could she do? Should she-- send a patronus to Sebastian? He and Caradoc had been teaching her, but she knew that would only bring him here. Mackenzie clutched her wand tightly as she closed her eyes to remember the dimensions of the room. There were no windows in this room either, no way of escaping--- the door to wing's relief room opened violently, stopping her thoughts so fast she felt reeled.

This person was not her friend, she could feel it through the air. Mackenzie bit down on her tongue to stay as quiet as possible. Stay hidden, stay hidden; that was her best bet to stay completely still. Ever so quiet footsteps... the exact opposite of her loudly pounding heart. Just leave, just leave, no one was here. Much to her split-second dread, Mackenzie felt the ever-so-lightest brush up against her side. Before she could even react, her eyes were filled with read and she collapsed unconsciously to the ground,.

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