e m m e l i n e ♔ (advancingly) wrote in valesco,
@ 2010-08-13 22:09:00

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arcturus macmillan, emmeline vance, rabastan lestrange

Archie!!!!
She had not done many rash or stupid things since Caradoc had disappeared the first time. As Emmeline ducked through the open doors of the ministry lift as a custodian boarded, hiding under her invisibility cloak, she figured it was about time. Caradoc was back, that meant it was time to start making ridiculous decisions and jumping into things she could probably not get out of by herself. Emmeline didn't know how she managed to keep her heavy breaths hidden from the custodian as the elevator lowered and twisted itself down the floors of the ministry, but she thanked whatever song he had stuck in his head that had him humming loud enough not to hear her.

Emmeline had nearly splinched herself when Archie's patronus had arrived. After his accident last year during the earthquake, and with all the mess that was going on (he was a father now, her favorite uncle was a father), she had thought it would be for the best to teach him how to send a messenger patronus. Emmeline had hidden the lesson under the thin veil of having read it in a book and found it interesting, because she knew it would not take much for Archie to question her intentions, but it would take even less for him to be excited about learning the rather difficult bit of magic.

Bottom floor, bottom floor. Emmeline reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial of a molten gold liquid. For the last birthday Caradoc had been around for, he had provided her with a small dosage of Felix Felicis, claiming that he had done a few illegal things to obtain the potion, and that she should only use it for something of great importance as she was constantly getting into trouble and should not waste it on a trivial mission. Emmeline hadn't felt the need until this night, and she quickly drank half the vial, stuffing the rest in her pocket in hopes of being able to give it to her uncle.

Ooh. She straightened up and felt a great wave of energy pass over her. Tonight was going to be a good night! She nearly skipped out of the lift, and if she'd been a second late she would not have noticed the cloaked figure heading into a door that was clearly a classified room. If she hadn't hurried out of the lift as fast as she had, she would not have overheard the password, 'Lenore.' Ahh, how lucky.

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takeachance
2010-08-14 12:51 am UTC (link)

August was a terrible month for Archie MacMillan. A year ago, he'd been in a coma, missing the birth of his son. And now, here he was, lying in captivity and about to miss or missing or already having missed his son turning one. Life was not fair to a man who'd wanted so little out of it but to have a warm, loving family of his own.

Archie could not have said what the time was, much less the time. Nor did he know how long he'd been held in this dark place—so traumatized had he been that he could not even remember when he'd been taken. As for where he was, if the Death Eaters (he was very certain they were Death Eaters, but even that was conjecturing) hadn't believed him to be unconscious, he would not have heard their argument, revealing this location. A placid man, he'd not fought against his captors at all—the odds were simply not in his favor, particularly not without a wand. Thus, they treated him not with kindness, but with a certain amount of tolerance—except for when he could not answer their questions. They demanded all sorts of things from him, about his brother, his father, his niece, other people whose names he was only familiar with from the news, or some that he'd never heard of at all. Though Archie could not answer these questions, much to his captors' displeasure, he was beginning to see they thought he had a hand in something that he most certainly did not. Once they'd resorted to threatening his family, however, Archie could not contain himself. Sheer fury propelled him to attack and momentarily disable his interrogator, allowing him to grab the cast away wand and cast the spell he'd been agonizing over since he'd waken in this treacherous place, sending this message to the first person he could think of: Emmeline, his niece.

The Death Eater had only been incapacitated for mere moments, but it was enough time to cast the spell without attention. Righting himself and seeing Archie with the wand, after having attacked him, infuriated the man enough to have beat Archie into unconsciousness. Knowing that deep in the back of his mind, it was probably best for him to be out as long as possible, he'd only now begun to stir, dreading what lay in wait for him now that the deadly quiet of soft footsteps approached him. He wagered whatever it was, it was Not Good.

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advancingly
2010-08-14 03:19 am UTC (link)

Emmeline trailed the cloaked figured into the room, and marveled at the secret passage behind some bookshelves that moved open, but didn't close all the way which allowed her to slip in without snagging herself on any edges. Her footsteps were light as she hurried down the spiral stairs, and wondered how many of these secret stairwells and passageways were actually built into the ministry. It made sense; important officials needed a way out that wasn't disapparation---most of the Ministry had wards against leaving from other places outside the designated points. Emmeline marveled at the railings, wondering how long the stairs had been around, and she stopped short, narrowly avoiding bumping into the cloak figure's back.

He had stopped on the bottom step for some reason, and Emmeline pushed up on her tiptoes to get a look over his shoulder. They were in a strange office of sorts, a bit of a mess, but something was very calculated about the area. Emmeline started to think that the death eater had been coming down to this place for quite some time, and she watched as he stepped down to the desk and pulled a key out from under his cloak.

Interesting.

Emmeline stayed on the step, not feeling any sort of urge to move, and waited for the death eater to go on with his business. The key on his desk sat at a precariously spot, the chain slipping off the edge. It was slowly dropping to the floor, and in a moment would have enough force to pull the heavy key down with it. Emmeline still did not feel a push to move, and with great delight she watched as the key dropped off the desk, and instead of making a clank on the ground, it fell silently into the rubbish bin. She yawned and turned to lean her back against the railing of the stairwell, a second before the death eater let out a curse and rushed up the stairs past her. If he hadn't been in such a hurry, he would have seen her shoes under the whipped up cloak.

Now it was time for action. Emmeline jumped off the stairs and rushed to the rubbish bin, pulling out the chain with the key and going to the only other door in the room. It slid into the lock easily, her hands moving swiftly, and Emmeline entered the room---the smell of blood and sweat filled her senses and she lit her wand. It was a strange sight, the bobbing of her wand with no body seemingly attached. She found Archie in the corner and even though she had luck swimming through her veins, she felt terrible at the sight of her uncle.

"Uncle Archie," she said, dropping down to her knees about a foot away from him. The words felt strange coming out of Emmeline's mouth, she'd refrained from calling him anything, really, and probably hadn't verbally referred to him as her uncle since before Hogwarts, "Can you stand?"

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takeachance
2010-08-14 03:36 am UTC (link)

The last time he'd been this delirious, he'd dreamt of Isobel, the memory of her tickling his mind as he tried his best to recall her, to pull himself out of the dreamworld he'd been languishing in, but somehow couldn't find the strength to. Now, it seemed, he'd conjured up visions of his niece, and he wasn't entirely sure how or why it was her.

"Emmeline?" he asked in wondrous bafflement, the name spilling forth like mush. His mouth felt sticky—but the coppery tang told him it was the blood that made it feel so. Of all the delusions his mind might envision, he could not fathom why an innocent girl of twenty was foremost amongst them.

"You're not real," he told her sadly. "I've done this before, you see, and that's usually what happens."

At least, he thought he'd told her that sadly. It sounded more like a series of sighs and groans, with an occasional grunt.

Nevertheless, he tried to sit up, if only to humor his hallucination. They could be the bossiest things, at times. He felt the room sway, his hands reached out to something, anything to grab onto and help pull himself up.

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advancingly
2010-08-14 03:48 am UTC (link)

Emmeline immediately lurched forward to grab onto her uncle's hands. She felt like a little kid again, clinging onto him. Their relationship was---strange. Archie was so young when Emmeline was born that it had been hard to see him as an adult, and by the time Emmeline did, her own parents had up and left her to fend for herself, so why listen to an uncle who was barely out of Hogwarts himself? Emmeline wished she'd been more active about being closer to her family as the course of this war had---it had taken so much, she should have appreciated what she'd been given.

"I'm real," she said, trying to get a better grip on his arms, to help him up, "I'm very real---And I'm here to get you out of here--Isobel sent me, okay? You're going to be late to Ernie's party---"

Emmeline forced herself not to cringe at the lies, but if he was barely coherent, any sort of familiar images could help. The potion! Okay, he looked---bad, he looked very, very bad, and Emmeline did her best to hold onto Archie and reach into her pockets for the Felix Felicis. She popped the cork easily and pushed it toward her uncle, "Drink this---it'll help us get out of here."

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takeachance
2010-08-14 04:09 am UTC (link)

Archie tried in vain to protest that his real-not-real-Emmeline that he did not drink alcoholic beverages any longer because it was not proper, but as he opened his mouth to do so, in the liquid poured. His mouth felt like it was ablaze, and it was imperative to tell Emmeline that this was the case, but suddenly Archie was so afraid that if he opened his mouth, flames would shoot out. As he sat there, mouth full of liquid fire, he could not bring himself to swallow it, but it was burning a hole right through his mouth. Feeling it sizzle it's way into the open sores and wounds of his mouth, slipping down is throat though he bade it not to, Archie felt a tingling burn run though his veins.

It certainly brought his mind into sharper focus, but when his mind was in the midst of a delusion, that was a dangerous thing.

"Ernie?" he croaked, turning big blue eyes, blood-shot, dry, and one swollen shut, onto his niece. He'd do anything for that name.

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advancingly
2010-08-14 08:13 pm UTC (link)

Emmeline nodded, holding back a wince as she realized she had not thought about his open wounds and adding a potion. But then--if it was going to react negatively, the Felix Felicis wouldn't have let her pour it down her uncle's throat. So, any worries Emmeline had flitted away, she manuevered herself under her uncle's arm.

"Yes, his birthday's on Monday, remember?" Emmeline hadn't thought twice about lying to Archie about the date, or how long he'd been gone. The thought of her tiny cousin had come to mind immediately, and while Emmeline secured her arm around Archie's waist she thought of more stories, "Izzie was telling me about the circus theme, it's going to be so cute."

Emmeline kept her eyes locked onto the door, hoping that the full dosage of the potion shared between the two of them had enough luck to keep the death eater far away from their escape route.

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	brythonichero 2010-08-17 05:19 am UTC (link)
	YOU CAN DELETE THIS BUT DRYSTAN HAS CONSUMED ALL POTENTIAL ROLEPLAYING CHARACTERS IN MY HEAD SO ARCHIE WILL NOT BE RETURNING TO THIS THREAD FOR A PERIOD OF TIME. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	advancingly 2010-08-17 09:11 am UTC (link)
	WGESDOGISKDMGSD MY POOR BABYEWIGSUDJGSGKS (Reply to this)(Parent)

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