She had not expected others to pile in, had expected them to keep on with their own casting, yet they seemed to catch on to her idea, the flames strengthened by means well beyond her own skill.
An original lasso charm from Dawlish whipped the feet from under the front rank of the inferi and they toppled haphazard into the flames, flailing arms seeming to settle in peaceful acceptance as the foul magiks that animated them were seared away by the cleansing flame. In turn their corpses fed the fires that defied their cruel masters. Their progress stuttered the remaining inferi caught between the drive that kept them moving onwards and wary fear of the flames that danced before them.
Some pushed into the gap between the flames yet they met the full force of their resistance. Bodies ignited as if caked in petrol, their smouldering corpses the sealant between the two walls she had created. Inch by inch the smouldering chasm became a fall of fire, a cast from a wizard in administration often rumoured to be part troll provided the final flourish that sealed the flaming barricade shut.
Arms raised memos flooded through the grates in the floor and ceiling like sparrows taking flight in autum. Up they rose, fountains of little white airplane soaring high on fragile wings. For a moment it seemed pointlessly beautiful,before each burst into flame with a twist of his wand. As they ignited they plummeted like arrows striking inferi in the chest, robes catching flames, fires roaring as if in triumph.
For a moment they all stood in awe at the sight of it. A 10 foot high wall of flame between them and the inferi, a barricade breached by the odd stray limb a reaching hand grasping hungrily upon air before it was consumed by the fires around it.
Even as she exhaled she felt a wash of heat, a blast of warm air that knocked her back a step, the intense searing at her face, scolding her pale skin, even as sweat poored down her face,
Panic flooded her even as she saw one of the older members of this band of warriors stumble, face flushed gasping for air. She struggled for a spell, yet others beat her too it, protective spells like a wash of cool air.
Yet they could not protect her from the smell. Noxious fumes billowed from the flames, roasting flesh tainted by a foul taint that made her gag, another step back even as others covered their faces with their robes. Many wretched, even as two of the janitors took action, wands raised to the ceiling, she felt a gentle breeze at the meteorological charms kicked in, the smoke pushed backwards upon the air. The flames leaning slightly in the breeze, new screams splitting the air as more inferi were caught in their barricade.
Cool air flooded her lungs and she drank it in, like a man dying of thirst desperate to clear the taste from her mouth even though it remained, a putrescent tingling on the back of her throat.
"What's your plan, Quinn?"
George's voice brought her back to reality and she ran her fingers through her hair, a little stunned he was turning to her, slightly embarrassed that she hadn't thought as far as this. Her mind working frantically for a quick and considered reply and she felt elation as she realised, if the flames got out of control the meteoric charms could douse them
She opened her mouth, but her elation died in her throat, her stomach clenching as a wave of cold ran over her. She felt like someone had dropped a bucket of icy water down her back, even the sweat from the heat of the flames seeming to freeze as it an down the nape of her neck.
She knew what it was, the hiss from some of the aurors, those that had felt the sensation before, an echo reverberating in her head, the name of the foul beast enough to make her knees weaken.
"Dementors... dementors.... dementors"
Her eyes slid shut as a wave of hopelessness ran over her yet she clung to the image of the fiery barricade before her. All creatures of foul darkness feared the light of cleansing flame. She opened her eyes and felt despair boil up inside. The fire before her was dwindling on 8 feet high it seemed to be becoming pale, flickering and fading as all the heat was drawn from the room, leaving only icy despair and the mist of her breath before her.
Then the fire froze, It seemed beyond belief, despite the magic at work before her, it seemed beyond comprehension, only her shock holding back the despair. The great wall of flame was now an icy cliff, frozen like the rolling curve of a 7foot high wave glittering despite the darkness it's natural beauty overpowering even within the grandious confines of the ministry, Then she saw them and it no longer seemed relevant, everything was pointless, they were all going to die.
She had seen pictures but that could not prepare her for the real thing. Ragged black cloaks that seemed to leech the light from the world around, the darkness seeming to congregate around that hood. That terrible hood a fixed point to which everything seemed drawn.
Even the inferi seemed to cower, a few stray ragged hands barely visible over the icy cliff between them and Caroline withdrawing suddenly as the dementors passed only to return with renewed vigour as they moved on. She could see fingers struggling to gain purchase on the icy shelf at the top of the cliff, only to slip away as grasping fingers slid off the ice. Elsewhere dull thuds and the crunch or crack of shattering ice came as the inferi struggled to batter their way through. Impeded but nothing could stop their relentless pursuit.
God even if they survived those evil black hooded figures, the inferi would tear them to pieces.
I'm going to die, it was a statement, a horrifying fact that seemed to swell in the blackness, her own voice on a loop telling her it was over.
Around her she felt others running, nerves shattered, they fled for their lives. Caroline wanted to run too but she felt frozen to the ground.
Then the voices came
"Have you seen this report card" her mother's voice was disgusted "we've raised a sheep Stephen..."
Her father's voice was weighed with disappointment, his reproach half hearted " Marianne, it's not her fault she lacks drive"
Her mother gave a great snarl " Have you read this Stephen, she wants to be a mother.... a mother... such pathetic lack of ambition, after all we spent"
"No"... she whispered... she felt an icy tear rolling down her cheek
"your not a fighter.... your not a fighter.... your not a fighter... Miss Quinn"
Eyes moving round she saw how others knelt on the ground,hands tearing at their hair even at their flesh as the dementors closed in drifting over the icy cliff with contemptuous ease.
Then the minister moved forward. She could see dear old mrs gregg huddled in his thick brown cloak which he had wrapped round her, her hands on her knees rocking to herself as she mumbled wordless sounds. He moved forward as casually as if he was heading out to get the paper, his languid grace and self assurance impregnable against the icy cold.
At their head he raised his wand, eyes looking around even as growled like a conductor before his next symposium
"Shall we?"
Others were still on their feet, she could see Kingsley Shacklebolt, immovable as granite, Dawlish looking a little queasy but steady, Tanners having joined them during the battle looking eager and hungry. More and more seemed to be there the more she looked, blinkered eyes opened wide for the first time.
And she was still on her feet, sure she might feel sick and was in two minds whether the liquid dripping down her thigh was sweat or urine, but fuck it she was still here, standing, wand held high.
Hope, hope was her tonic holding her upright. She knew the charm but she knew she could as easily pull flowers from her ass as cast a patronus even without dementors around. Once again she played to her strengths,. Even as voices around her cried out she bellowed
" Lumos Maximus"
A flash of white light burst from her wand, useless perhaps but to her it was a ray of purest hope shining through the dementor's darkness
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The crowd moved in a jerky stop start fashion undulating in a tidal wave of unwieldy limbs. Buried in shadow it looked almost comical, a collection of poor slapstick comedians all pitching their wares simultaneously to an unappreciative audience.
No one laughed, the silence was suspended, a blanket held over them all as every living soul in the room held it's breath.
Then the faces moved into the light, expression stretched in a pale remembrance of their last breath, many screaming, some slack jawed, oozing puss as rot began to strip at the flesh. Bleached bone protruded from under robes, bloodstained gashes torn through jeans, muscle or intestine leaking from wounds that had been fatal. Some jaws worked frantically, grunts and moans torn from reanimated throats even as their limbs reached out hands splayed and eyes fixed. One purpose to reach them, to pull them down. There was movement no from the defenders some shifting, unnerved, restless, but they held no one fled.
Caroline was disgusted, revolted that the rest of the dead had been disrupted that they have been pulled from the warmth of their graves to face life as husks. This was not an atrocity to attack these creatures... this, this was mercy.
"Fire. They hate fire." muttered George next to her, his voice like the ring of a hammer off cold steel, powerful, controlled. "If you see the fire getting out of control, you get out."
She twirled her wand gently,searching for a spell, something novel, something new, something that played to her strengths. Then someone broke, like dominoes they fell to the primitive urge to attack. Shouts,curses wands were waved and Inferi ignited, rotting flesh seared away, bones turned to ash, lights blazing over the scene, flashes illuminating ragged rank after ragged rank of foul fiends. They seemed infinite one burned away replaced by two like the heads of the hydra.
She alone had not fired a spell, she alone was still thinking even as the seething mass moved closer, to many she must have seemed frozen as if she had bottled yet her brain worked for she new single spells alone could not turn back the hoard.. They needed more fire.... more fire.
Her eyes spread to the walls, to the torches and candle that illuminated the great atrium....More fire
She raised her wand the charm coming easily to her
"luminem totalum"
Candles shifted bunching together from where they have hovered in midair, torches stirred in their brackets and they rose as one high into the air but she was not done, Better to funnel them band them together into a killing zone, than waste these precious resources on taking out a few stray inferi within a sea. She could kill and slow them down.at the same time
Directly ahead of the shuffling crowd she set them down. Candles and braziers intertwined to form two small flaming barricades with a chasm still 100 feet wide cleft in between. She continued her plan forming
"Vegitatum totalum"
Plants and ornamental shrubs rose together and she threw them upon the fire the flames rising and swelling licking at the inferi who recoiled some backwards knocking others upon their backs where they struggled like stranded tortoises. Others caught in the sudden surge of the blaze recoiled, searing limbs unravelling the charms that held them upright. A puppet with it's strings cut they fell feeding the growing fires.
As one, the inferi seemed to move together, pushing inwards circumnavigating the flames, heading into the killing zone
No one laughed, the silence was suspended, a blanket held over them all as every living soul in the room held it's breath.
Then the faces moved into the light, expression stretched in a pale remembrance of their last breath, many screaming, some slack jawed, oozing puss as rot began to strip at the flesh. Bleached bone protruded from under robes, bloodstained gashes torn through jeans, muscle or intestine leaking from wounds that had been fatal. Some jaws worked frantically, grunts and moans torn from reanimated throats even as their limbs reached out hands splayed and eyes fixed. One purpose to reach them, to pull them down. There was movement no from the defenders some shifting, unnerved, restless, but they held no one fled.
Caroline was disgusted, revolted that the rest of the dead had been disrupted that they have been pulled from the warmth of their graves to face life as husks. This was not an atrocity to attack these creatures... this, this was mercy.
"Fire. They hate fire." muttered George next to her, his voice like the ring of a hammer off cold steel, powerful, controlled. "If you see the fire getting out of control, you get out."
She twirled her wand gently,searching for a spell, something novel, something new, something that played to her strengths. Then someone broke, like dominoes they fell to the primitive urge to attack. Shouts,curses wands were waved and Inferi ignited, rotting flesh seared away, bones turned to ash, lights blazing over the scene, flashes illuminating ragged rank after ragged rank of foul fiends. They seemed infinite one burned away replaced by two like the heads of the hydra.
She alone had not fired a spell, she alone was still thinking even as the seething mass moved closer, to many she must have seemed frozen as if she had bottled yet her brain worked for she new single spells alone could not turn back the hoard.. They needed more fire.... more fire.
Her eyes spread to the walls, to the torches and candle that illuminated the great atrium....More fire
She raised her wand the charm coming easily to her
"luminem totalum"
Candles shifted bunching together from where they have hovered in midair, torches stirred in their brackets and they rose as one high into the air but she was not done, Better to funnel them band them together into a killing zone, than waste these precious resources on taking out a few stray inferi within a sea. She could kill and slow them down.at the same time
Directly ahead of the shuffling crowd she set them down. Candles and braziers intertwined to form two small flaming barricades with a chasm still 100 feet wide cleft in between. She continued her plan forming
"Vegitatum totalum"
Plants and ornamental shrubs rose together and she threw them upon the fire the flames rising and swelling licking at the inferi who recoiled some backwards knocking others upon their backs where they struggled like stranded tortoises. Others caught in the sudden surge of the blaze recoiled, searing limbs unravelling the charms that held them upright. A puppet with it's strings cut they fell feeding the growing fires.
As one, the inferi seemed to move together, pushing inwards circumnavigating the flames, heading into the killing zone
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She could tell he was only trying to protect her but she almost wished he was mocking her. The certainty in his voice, his adamant nature that she was not strong enough, that she should run and hide left her empty, stunned and speechless. Even his compliments that she was a builder, a healer, even a leader echoed off the shattered halls that had once housed her self belief.
She had never doubted her capabilities, knew what she was and was happy with it.but to hear such condemnation even with the best intentions left her stricken.
Even as he walked away the echoes of his footsteps like the final steps of a funeral march she could still here his words playing on a sickening cycle inside her head.and she placed her hands in her hair mouth open wide as she struggled to shut out the sound but they words were rebounding, reverberating through her.... your not a fighter.... your not a fighter.... your not a fighter. She could hear screaming inside her head then the dam burst and the indignation came rushing to wash the wounding words away.
Who the fuck did he think he was? Acting as if he knew her, knew the strength inside of her. Knowledge was power and she knew a lot more than most. No she wasn't the type to walk past an individual that was screaming in agony and leave him, she would help him,defend him by whatever means.... no by whatever legal means necessary... he was right about that,, get him to safety, nurse him to health if possible then go back and get the next one and the next.
That was who she was,and nobody would tell her otherwise.
Was it really such a weakness, compassion, that she would stun not kill, protect over harm?
Her indignation was draining, leaving nervous energy in it's wake, could she really fight in a battle?
She could just go home, come back and pick up the pieces the next morning, no one would think any less of her.
There was one feeling she couldn't shake, a feeling that got her feet moving down the left side of the corridor towards the atrium... the fact that if they lost this one, there may not be anything left to rebuild.
She stepped from the elevators calmly, a small smile on her face as she saw not only auror's hit wizards and members of the magical law enforcement squad but cleaners, cafeteria workers, even the 92 year old witch that pushed the tea trolly round on the 4th floor. People that had come here willing to stand for freedom, to lay down their lives.... she frooze midstep, her own mortality a hammer smashing into her, a lurch of nausea making her sway ever so slightly
She could die here today? She was cold, confronted by the icy skeleton of her lonely unfulfilled desires, her future stolen from her in a simple second. Some things were worth dying for, but would that make it any easier if the time came.
No but she almost feared loosing her nerve and fleeing as much as that deadly flash of gre... no don't think it.... a look at her trembling hands told her she was lying to herself.
Desperately she tried to distract herself, eyes fixing upon a huddle of people standing eyes raised to the heavens. She followed their gaze to see the dark mark hanging above them like a noose above their necks.
A message, death was coming.
It was odd, mere minutes ago this would have sent her running, weeping, desperate to escape. Now compared to the weight of her own mortality, threats to her life seemed insignificant, a mere pawn in a fatal game.
She could here the minister's growling voice, a tubby security guard's hurried words beyond her hearing, his flushed face twisted with terror, eyes flitting anywhere but the mark on the ceiling.
" Well that explains it, if Thickness conjured the mark, it explains how the imperiorised got through security, why they've been two steps ahead of us for months and why Graves tried to kill me. I would never have suspected the ratty little cunt"
The slow solemn voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt answered him
"Rats are most likely to hide in the darkness"
Scrimgeour gave a grunt
"Well it means we should assume all of our defences are compromised. He Who Must Not be Named could throw anything and everything at us"
Dawlish's voice was grim " We should move minster. Thickness knows all the emergency entrance and exits, he could attack us from downstairs and through the front gate"
Scrimgeour gave a wry smile
"Being minister gives me some power. Once Tanner gets up here confirming the apparition points are clear I'll lock the elevators and the apparition points down. Our backs will be covered and anything he wants to throw at us will have to come through the front door"
Dawlish gave a frown
"Couldn't you lock down the front door too minister?"
Scrimgeour's look held a hint of longing in his voice
" I could but only one thing is getting through that door once I seal it and that's You Know Who Himself and a handful of giants and if you think I want giants in the middle of muggle London you've got another thing coming"
"What about You Know Who?" piped up the portly security guard, his mouth falling open as he realised the words had slid from his mind to his tongue
"Oh he's coming Mr Perkins" Scrimgeour's growling voice was almost amused as he clasped the security guards suddenly weak shoulder "he's coming for my head but we're going to make him pay a high price for it"
The conversation was disturbed by running footsteps, 3 more portly figures eyes wide, mouths working desperately to shout a warning through ragged breaths
"Inf....Infe.... Inf"
"Inferi" growled Scrimgeour tone suddenly business like, cloak rippling behind him like a cape as he snapped into action " form the line"
She felt a lurch in her stomach, the dead walked, necromancy befouled this place. Perhaps she knew too much, had read and seen too much, images from books making her head whirl. A look at the Minister, brought her back to reality. You could tell he was a warrior, a grizzled battle commander, see conflict etched in the lines on his face as he took his place at the heart of the line. Pausing only to take Old Mrs Gregg from the 4th floor by the hand to lead her to pride of place next to him. He stooped from his great height, words in her ear that none but her could hear, turning her worried and confused gaze into a small smile followed by steely eyed determination.
She was moving herself though she had no idea what the line was or what it should look like. People jostled her,knocking her, eyes flitting til she found Nott. Half tempted to stand at the other end of the line, she swallowed. He would not forgive himself if she died and he could do nothing. He might be an insufferable prick but she knew he card, knew her death would tear him apart. She owed him an explanation.
Tentatively she moved to stand next to him
She knew he knew she was there, knew he was probably disappointed, worried or irritated by the little girl coming to play at soldiers so she broke the silence the words begrudgingly dragged up from within
" I know you think I shouldn't be here but this is my house too, part of my life they are trying to tear down."
she never faced him, the words spoken to the shadows that moved in the darkness ahead of her, limping and leering as they shuffled forwards
"I can't shake the feeling that if we don't stand against him today, he won't leave anything for us to build again, or the life we have after this won't be worth living. I think that's worth fighting for... i think that's worth dying for "
she bowed her head even as she drew her wand from her robes, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper
"I'm sorry"
She had never doubted her capabilities, knew what she was and was happy with it.but to hear such condemnation even with the best intentions left her stricken.
Even as he walked away the echoes of his footsteps like the final steps of a funeral march she could still here his words playing on a sickening cycle inside her head.and she placed her hands in her hair mouth open wide as she struggled to shut out the sound but they words were rebounding, reverberating through her.... your not a fighter.... your not a fighter.... your not a fighter. She could hear screaming inside her head then the dam burst and the indignation came rushing to wash the wounding words away.
Who the fuck did he think he was? Acting as if he knew her, knew the strength inside of her. Knowledge was power and she knew a lot more than most. No she wasn't the type to walk past an individual that was screaming in agony and leave him, she would help him,defend him by whatever means.... no by whatever legal means necessary... he was right about that,, get him to safety, nurse him to health if possible then go back and get the next one and the next.
That was who she was,and nobody would tell her otherwise.
Was it really such a weakness, compassion, that she would stun not kill, protect over harm?
Her indignation was draining, leaving nervous energy in it's wake, could she really fight in a battle?
She could just go home, come back and pick up the pieces the next morning, no one would think any less of her.
There was one feeling she couldn't shake, a feeling that got her feet moving down the left side of the corridor towards the atrium... the fact that if they lost this one, there may not be anything left to rebuild.
She stepped from the elevators calmly, a small smile on her face as she saw not only auror's hit wizards and members of the magical law enforcement squad but cleaners, cafeteria workers, even the 92 year old witch that pushed the tea trolly round on the 4th floor. People that had come here willing to stand for freedom, to lay down their lives.... she frooze midstep, her own mortality a hammer smashing into her, a lurch of nausea making her sway ever so slightly
She could die here today? She was cold, confronted by the icy skeleton of her lonely unfulfilled desires, her future stolen from her in a simple second. Some things were worth dying for, but would that make it any easier if the time came.
No but she almost feared loosing her nerve and fleeing as much as that deadly flash of gre... no don't think it.... a look at her trembling hands told her she was lying to herself.
Desperately she tried to distract herself, eyes fixing upon a huddle of people standing eyes raised to the heavens. She followed their gaze to see the dark mark hanging above them like a noose above their necks.
A message, death was coming.
It was odd, mere minutes ago this would have sent her running, weeping, desperate to escape. Now compared to the weight of her own mortality, threats to her life seemed insignificant, a mere pawn in a fatal game.
She could here the minister's growling voice, a tubby security guard's hurried words beyond her hearing, his flushed face twisted with terror, eyes flitting anywhere but the mark on the ceiling.
" Well that explains it, if Thickness conjured the mark, it explains how the imperiorised got through security, why they've been two steps ahead of us for months and why Graves tried to kill me. I would never have suspected the ratty little cunt"
The slow solemn voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt answered him
"Rats are most likely to hide in the darkness"
Scrimgeour gave a grunt
"Well it means we should assume all of our defences are compromised. He Who Must Not be Named could throw anything and everything at us"
Dawlish's voice was grim " We should move minster. Thickness knows all the emergency entrance and exits, he could attack us from downstairs and through the front gate"
Scrimgeour gave a wry smile
"Being minister gives me some power. Once Tanner gets up here confirming the apparition points are clear I'll lock the elevators and the apparition points down. Our backs will be covered and anything he wants to throw at us will have to come through the front door"
Dawlish gave a frown
"Couldn't you lock down the front door too minister?"
Scrimgeour's look held a hint of longing in his voice
" I could but only one thing is getting through that door once I seal it and that's You Know Who Himself and a handful of giants and if you think I want giants in the middle of muggle London you've got another thing coming"
"What about You Know Who?" piped up the portly security guard, his mouth falling open as he realised the words had slid from his mind to his tongue
"Oh he's coming Mr Perkins" Scrimgeour's growling voice was almost amused as he clasped the security guards suddenly weak shoulder "he's coming for my head but we're going to make him pay a high price for it"
The conversation was disturbed by running footsteps, 3 more portly figures eyes wide, mouths working desperately to shout a warning through ragged breaths
"Inf....Infe.... Inf"
"Inferi" growled Scrimgeour tone suddenly business like, cloak rippling behind him like a cape as he snapped into action " form the line"
She felt a lurch in her stomach, the dead walked, necromancy befouled this place. Perhaps she knew too much, had read and seen too much, images from books making her head whirl. A look at the Minister, brought her back to reality. You could tell he was a warrior, a grizzled battle commander, see conflict etched in the lines on his face as he took his place at the heart of the line. Pausing only to take Old Mrs Gregg from the 4th floor by the hand to lead her to pride of place next to him. He stooped from his great height, words in her ear that none but her could hear, turning her worried and confused gaze into a small smile followed by steely eyed determination.
She was moving herself though she had no idea what the line was or what it should look like. People jostled her,knocking her, eyes flitting til she found Nott. Half tempted to stand at the other end of the line, she swallowed. He would not forgive himself if she died and he could do nothing. He might be an insufferable prick but she knew he card, knew her death would tear him apart. She owed him an explanation.
Tentatively she moved to stand next to him
She knew he knew she was there, knew he was probably disappointed, worried or irritated by the little girl coming to play at soldiers so she broke the silence the words begrudgingly dragged up from within
" I know you think I shouldn't be here but this is my house too, part of my life they are trying to tear down."
she never faced him, the words spoken to the shadows that moved in the darkness ahead of her, limping and leering as they shuffled forwards
"I can't shake the feeling that if we don't stand against him today, he won't leave anything for us to build again, or the life we have after this won't be worth living. I think that's worth fighting for... i think that's worth dying for "
she bowed her head even as she drew her wand from her robes, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper
"I'm sorry"
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Caroline didn't really hear the words, just menacing fragments but she heard the tone. A chilling tone like the wind at winters heart, engulfing her and she struggled to suppress her trembling, gripping at the pleats of her green dress with fumbling fingers. Worse... how could it be worse?
She remembered being unable to go outside, her mother and father having whispered conversations about running away, about her father always having his wand in his hand head twitching through the windows even as they sat in their own living room. The stink of fear in her nostrils from dusk til dawn.
Perhaps it because she was older, because she understood the implications of the bad men in the night her father spoke of. Of what they could do, of what they had already done. She felt worse too
George was looking at her intently eyes bright yet he seemed more relaxed his head a little higher, back a little straighter as if a weight had been removed.
Then he changed like a dog catching a scent. She saw his eyes widen and he threw himself against the office door even as the screams began.
For a moment it felt as if the whole world was screaming, voices she knew erupting in fear and she felt herself stagger, her wand still in her hand. She felt paralysed, bemused by the situation even as George threw himself against the door only from it to burst back upon him, a small sea of people surging outwards, eyes wide, mouths stretched in silent screams as they fled. She moved forward even as they surged outwards,stopped in her tracks by a tendril of green mist,horrifyingly familiar.
The dark mark in her office,but who and who, she wasn't sure which who was worse, who was dead or who had conjured that foul sign?
It was as if a spell had unlocked her feet and she threw herself forward,pushed back by a hand she didn't recognise. She could hear the rumble of feet above her, screams down the corridor, somewhere in the distance the bang of a spell going off.
"This is everywhere" she whispered half to herself "we're under attack"
People were flooding the corridor, pushing in different directions each with their own idea of how to escape, the only thought in their head to run, to hide, to escape. Perhaps it was for the best she had not seen the mark with her own eyes. perhaps she would be running too. Fear was turning to anger, ice boiling to steam and she gave a little growl,
" not in my fucking house."
the anger was boiling, turning into drive,thoughts of flight lost in a steely focus even as she saw two people smash into eachother both running for their lives, impact coming with a sickening crunch. At the other end of the corridor She could see three hit wizards being carried away from the action even as they fought against the sea of people.
Pandemonium. Headless chickens in a farm yard, perfect prey for death eaters. She was ashamed and angry that in such circumstances this was the general reaction of the ministry of magic,Terrified cowardice.
but not everyone
She heard a snarl from George as he gave up on the door searching for another way in. She could tell by his demeanour what he was about to do before he did it and turned
away
"Bombarda" dust flooded the hallway and more screams filled the corridor, hands moving to cover eyes, people staggered, stumbling back stunned by the sound the sea suddenly motionless as people struggled to recover from the force of the blast.
Through the dust she heard a thud as a body hit the floor and a small grunt of satisfaction from George. First problem solved.
She recovered quickly , her diminutive height always a factor in these situations, she touched her wand to the floor a single idea in her mind, restoring order.
"Elevarte"
A small piece of the hardwood floor began to rise and she balanced upon it precariously as it took her above the massing crowd, terror temporarily suspended as they stared at her between racking coughs, through streaming eyes.
Not for long, George had inadvertently bought her precious seconds, she had to use them.
Her wand now at her throat she hissed "sonorous" her voice suddenly booming to carry amongst the corridors of the second floor
"The emergency apparition points on the second floor are located next to the cafeteria . Please, all those wishing to leave the building stay on the right of the corridor walking three abreast so magical assistance and support can reach those that need it."
It always amazed her how terror turned people into sheep the crowd forming up beneath her, the odd twat pushing and running through the crowd, most happy to feel that suddenly all was in hand, walking quickly the odd smile for those moving along the corridor in opposite direction and she continued
"Any that cannot apparate please attach yourself to someone that can, Any that wish to stay please begin a thorough search of each room. Mark each searched room with an M and seal the door. Then assemble at the stairs and await further instruction."
Her lips became a snarl her voice the same sing song sound of the elevator
"Any traitor coming into our house and thinking they can fuck with us, please stay where you are and pray the hit wizards reach you before I do.Thank you for your cooperation"
The plank of wood descended and she moved to join George stopping for a moment, anger fading as she steeled herself for what she might find, all she could see was death in her mind, Kay slumped over her desk eyes wide, Daz throat cut, the images flashed and she felt her breathing rise. It couldn 't be as bad as that?
She stepped through, eyes shut
George was leaning over a single body on the floor, no death thank the lord..., they had got to him in time, only a traitor, one of her own that had betrayed them all.
The black hair and thin features made her turn away with a snarl, not only because of his betrayal but her own failure. She had talked to him all but an hour ago, she should have known, known something was wrong. George turned to her with a frown and she opened her mouth to speak but a new voice burst through the corridors. A voice they all knew, a grizzled voice that rumbled with anger, a storm travelling through the halls
"Today,we come to a head. Death eaters try to break our spirit and scatter us upon the wind yet today is the day we stand tall and show them that we will not be cowed.... we will not bend.... we will not break. Get to safety, hold your families close for today the fight for liberty comes to our shores. We will meet them in the atrium and we will not be found wanting"
She looked from the body of Caracus sadness in her eyes as she met George's
"lets go"
She remembered being unable to go outside, her mother and father having whispered conversations about running away, about her father always having his wand in his hand head twitching through the windows even as they sat in their own living room. The stink of fear in her nostrils from dusk til dawn.
Perhaps it because she was older, because she understood the implications of the bad men in the night her father spoke of. Of what they could do, of what they had already done. She felt worse too
George was looking at her intently eyes bright yet he seemed more relaxed his head a little higher, back a little straighter as if a weight had been removed.
Then he changed like a dog catching a scent. She saw his eyes widen and he threw himself against the office door even as the screams began.
For a moment it felt as if the whole world was screaming, voices she knew erupting in fear and she felt herself stagger, her wand still in her hand. She felt paralysed, bemused by the situation even as George threw himself against the door only from it to burst back upon him, a small sea of people surging outwards, eyes wide, mouths stretched in silent screams as they fled. She moved forward even as they surged outwards,stopped in her tracks by a tendril of green mist,horrifyingly familiar.
The dark mark in her office,but who and who, she wasn't sure which who was worse, who was dead or who had conjured that foul sign?
It was as if a spell had unlocked her feet and she threw herself forward,pushed back by a hand she didn't recognise. She could hear the rumble of feet above her, screams down the corridor, somewhere in the distance the bang of a spell going off.
"This is everywhere" she whispered half to herself "we're under attack"
People were flooding the corridor, pushing in different directions each with their own idea of how to escape, the only thought in their head to run, to hide, to escape. Perhaps it was for the best she had not seen the mark with her own eyes. perhaps she would be running too. Fear was turning to anger, ice boiling to steam and she gave a little growl,
" not in my fucking house."
the anger was boiling, turning into drive,thoughts of flight lost in a steely focus even as she saw two people smash into eachother both running for their lives, impact coming with a sickening crunch. At the other end of the corridor She could see three hit wizards being carried away from the action even as they fought against the sea of people.
Pandemonium. Headless chickens in a farm yard, perfect prey for death eaters. She was ashamed and angry that in such circumstances this was the general reaction of the ministry of magic,Terrified cowardice.
but not everyone
She heard a snarl from George as he gave up on the door searching for another way in. She could tell by his demeanour what he was about to do before he did it and turned
away
"Bombarda" dust flooded the hallway and more screams filled the corridor, hands moving to cover eyes, people staggered, stumbling back stunned by the sound the sea suddenly motionless as people struggled to recover from the force of the blast.
Through the dust she heard a thud as a body hit the floor and a small grunt of satisfaction from George. First problem solved.
She recovered quickly , her diminutive height always a factor in these situations, she touched her wand to the floor a single idea in her mind, restoring order.
"Elevarte"
A small piece of the hardwood floor began to rise and she balanced upon it precariously as it took her above the massing crowd, terror temporarily suspended as they stared at her between racking coughs, through streaming eyes.
Not for long, George had inadvertently bought her precious seconds, she had to use them.
Her wand now at her throat she hissed "sonorous" her voice suddenly booming to carry amongst the corridors of the second floor
"The emergency apparition points on the second floor are located next to the cafeteria . Please, all those wishing to leave the building stay on the right of the corridor walking three abreast so magical assistance and support can reach those that need it."
It always amazed her how terror turned people into sheep the crowd forming up beneath her, the odd twat pushing and running through the crowd, most happy to feel that suddenly all was in hand, walking quickly the odd smile for those moving along the corridor in opposite direction and she continued
"Any that cannot apparate please attach yourself to someone that can, Any that wish to stay please begin a thorough search of each room. Mark each searched room with an M and seal the door. Then assemble at the stairs and await further instruction."
Her lips became a snarl her voice the same sing song sound of the elevator
"Any traitor coming into our house and thinking they can fuck with us, please stay where you are and pray the hit wizards reach you before I do.Thank you for your cooperation"
The plank of wood descended and she moved to join George stopping for a moment, anger fading as she steeled herself for what she might find, all she could see was death in her mind, Kay slumped over her desk eyes wide, Daz throat cut, the images flashed and she felt her breathing rise. It couldn 't be as bad as that?
She stepped through, eyes shut
George was leaning over a single body on the floor, no death thank the lord..., they had got to him in time, only a traitor, one of her own that had betrayed them all.
The black hair and thin features made her turn away with a snarl, not only because of his betrayal but her own failure. She had talked to him all but an hour ago, she should have known, known something was wrong. George turned to her with a frown and she opened her mouth to speak but a new voice burst through the corridors. A voice they all knew, a grizzled voice that rumbled with anger, a storm travelling through the halls
"Today,we come to a head. Death eaters try to break our spirit and scatter us upon the wind yet today is the day we stand tall and show them that we will not be cowed.... we will not bend.... we will not break. Get to safety, hold your families close for today the fight for liberty comes to our shores. We will meet them in the atrium and we will not be found wanting"
She looked from the body of Caracus sadness in her eyes as she met George's
"lets go"
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"Miss Quinn" he always liked to do that, press people's buttons and watch the rage bubble inside them, smirk as they fought against it either through fear or just a sense of common decency he didn't share. Already up to her full height, she felt herself deflate slightly, even as anger filled her, simmering below the service.
"-Do you not think we have extra work ourselves? Whilst you're in there dealing with home-brews and awful spells everyone stopped using, some of us are rushing around catching Snatchers and tracking down the sudden increase in werewolf cases."
The anger bubbled closer to boiling point, his cruel dismissal of her work and she opened her mouth but he overrode her, his tone resigned
"However, if I feel this lot can't save their own skin when it comes to simple protective magic, I'll be out the door by 5:15."
She held her smile within her anger gone because for all his petty jibes she knew she had him and better still he knew it.
"I suggest a briefing wouldn't go amiss. Although keeping it solely within the department is a good idea.... " he hesitated opening the door for her to reenter the room with a gruffI'd rather this not be a waste of my time. This sort of thing tends to be if people aren't prepared." she opened her mouth for a smug parting shot but stopped he halfway through, closing the door again and speaking in a hushed whisper
"Do you not think perhaps more specific spells should be mentioned? I've already had four reports this week of things I'd rather others didn't know."
She felt a chill run down her spine. She had heard rumours, they all had, and she had believed many of them, yet the solemn face before her, tired eyes that had seen too much even as they drank hers in was enough to tell her that the rumours were but a fraction of the truth. Nott was a tough man and for him to be feeling the strain said it was worse than they could have dreamed out there.
Anger and gloating happiness evaporated and she started to reach out, to touch him on the shoulder but thought better of it instead speaking in hushed tones
"However bad it is out there, I'm glad we have men like you protecting us, George" the name felt alien on her tongue but she ignored it continuing in a more business like tone
"As much as I'm a fan of transparency, if you starting teaching us curses to deal with specific threats every person in there will read a reason into it. They will assume it is because a hoard of god knows what foul manifestation is baring down upon us. By 9am next morning it will be spread through the ministry, by 5pm tomorrow what started as an innocent idea will have caused full scale panic."
her mouth twisted as she thought, sucking on the inside of her cheek
"best you teach us to defend ourselves against humans, everyone knows there are snatchers and worse about even if the ministry denies it and.... Dementors" her voice quivered
"everyone here knows they have abandoned azkaban even if the public don't. I think that will make everyone rest a little easier just feeling they have a chance to protect themselves"
Her tone became hushed again her voice hesitant, concern forcing her to ask what she would rather not know, what she did not want to have to face
"Is it that bad out their? I was only a child when it happened last time, but I..." her lip quivered " I remember... is it like last time?
"-Do you not think we have extra work ourselves? Whilst you're in there dealing with home-brews and awful spells everyone stopped using, some of us are rushing around catching Snatchers and tracking down the sudden increase in werewolf cases."
The anger bubbled closer to boiling point, his cruel dismissal of her work and she opened her mouth but he overrode her, his tone resigned
"However, if I feel this lot can't save their own skin when it comes to simple protective magic, I'll be out the door by 5:15."
She held her smile within her anger gone because for all his petty jibes she knew she had him and better still he knew it.
"I suggest a briefing wouldn't go amiss. Although keeping it solely within the department is a good idea.... " he hesitated opening the door for her to reenter the room with a gruffI'd rather this not be a waste of my time. This sort of thing tends to be if people aren't prepared." she opened her mouth for a smug parting shot but stopped he halfway through, closing the door again and speaking in a hushed whisper
"Do you not think perhaps more specific spells should be mentioned? I've already had four reports this week of things I'd rather others didn't know."
She felt a chill run down her spine. She had heard rumours, they all had, and she had believed many of them, yet the solemn face before her, tired eyes that had seen too much even as they drank hers in was enough to tell her that the rumours were but a fraction of the truth. Nott was a tough man and for him to be feeling the strain said it was worse than they could have dreamed out there.
Anger and gloating happiness evaporated and she started to reach out, to touch him on the shoulder but thought better of it instead speaking in hushed tones
"However bad it is out there, I'm glad we have men like you protecting us, George" the name felt alien on her tongue but she ignored it continuing in a more business like tone
"As much as I'm a fan of transparency, if you starting teaching us curses to deal with specific threats every person in there will read a reason into it. They will assume it is because a hoard of god knows what foul manifestation is baring down upon us. By 9am next morning it will be spread through the ministry, by 5pm tomorrow what started as an innocent idea will have caused full scale panic."
her mouth twisted as she thought, sucking on the inside of her cheek
"best you teach us to defend ourselves against humans, everyone knows there are snatchers and worse about even if the ministry denies it and.... Dementors" her voice quivered
"everyone here knows they have abandoned azkaban even if the public don't. I think that will make everyone rest a little easier just feeling they have a chance to protect themselves"
Her tone became hushed again her voice hesitant, concern forcing her to ask what she would rather not know, what she did not want to have to face
"Is it that bad out their? I was only a child when it happened last time, but I..." her lip quivered " I remember... is it like last time?
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She was lost in the runes, submerged in silence, walking happily amongst the squiggles and signs, a little maze she had to navigate. The runes literal translation was not the issue. The spell, an ancient spell from a group of witches at the heart of the Ottoman empire, said to increase a woman's fertility "Oviedum Maximus" was simple enough, yet inflection and wand movements were poorly conveyed. She had gathered the I should be silent melding into a long e the wand moving in something like but not quite an elliptical motion.
She sat back letting the rooms bustle distract her for a moment as she realigned the runes for a new approach, letting her body twist into its natural position inhaling deep as she prepared to submerge once again.
A door banged like a gun, handle rattling as it rebounded off the wall and heads snapped upwards to face them the odd hand heading towards robe pockets, edgy nerves momentarily frayed. The cacophony of sound was shortly followed by a mass of black hair, dark eyes flashing round.
Heads snapped downwards, hand suddenly rooting in drawers as they struggled to evade his steely gaze but Caroline stood firm, knowing what was coming
"Quinn" a jerk of his head and he withdrew from the office and she gave a small snort of exasperation. Who had he pissed off this time?
Nott was alright if you ignored his brutish demeanour to see the good qualities within. He was loyal enough to make dogs look nonchalant and at the very base a fundamentally good person. A lack of common courtesy couldn't change that and she felt if people dealt with Nott instead of avoiding him perhaps he would learn in time. She stepped out ready to talk however no sooner had she shut the door behind her, an arm was thrust under her nose.
"Two things really." He pulled up his left sleeve. "What the hell is this?"
Caroline frowned momentarily intrigued, distracted from her rant as she took his arm in her hand, nose almost touching the tree shaped mark, Gingerly she touched the mark feeling the rough texture of bark under her fingers.
She moved back a small smile on her face hand reaching into her robes for her wand
"That's a beauty" she rolled the wand between her fingers talking half to herself half to the Hit Wizard before her
"i've never seen this hex before but I've heard about it"
she began to run her wand round the arm as if wrapping a bandage
"it comes from the foothills of the Pyrenees, where a couple of early wizarding settlements had a bit of a tiff everyone now and then and used to raid eachother. From what I read it was more for shits and giggles than any particular reason but this was a parting shot used to try and disfigure and weaken one of the raiders."
she tapped the mark 3 times
"wherever it hits it turns your skin to bark and your blood to sap and using the bloodstream spreads throughout the body. The mark is small but, see the little branches above. It has already spread through your smallest arteries and veins. Within 3 nights it is said it spreads through the bloodstream and at that point there is nothing more you can do. Skin and muscle will turn to bark and the limb becomes useless."
A complicated little wave and the mark seemed to peel off the skin like a plaster, a small wooden strip with leaves and roots of glittering green liquid. She carried on talking her voice distant as she studied the undulating tentacles.
"Lucky you were not hit in the heart, they say a heart shot turns the whole body to bark and reports of such a death is not pretty. It is said if you listen to folklore that those that died from a strike to the heart are the origins of cremation, the villagers burned their bodies in the hope their souls may be reunited with their ancestors in the afterlife"
A twist of her wand and the tiny tree vanished as Nott went on as if nothing had happened pulling her in close and she shook her head rolling her eyes
"Second thing-"Frenis hates me, I need these files owled to Spain, this morning."
He stuffed a bundle of scruffy parchments into her hands and she gave a small laugh, her words coming back to her as she drew herself up to her full height. All 5 foot 3 of her moved towards Nott her chest expanding like a bullfrog, her voice contrite rather than angry
"Perhaps Master Nott, Frenis hates you because of your insistence upon bursting through doorways without knocking, dragging decent folk from their office and bundling extra work on people I might remind you are technically your superior without even a please or a thank you"
she raised an eyebrow at him
"or perhaps, just maybe it's because the last time he did you a favour you made a joke about, I believe your choice words were, his daughter's smackable ass."
she struggled to hide a smirk, eyes glittering as she continued flicking through the files
"now I'll fire your stuff off to spain and teach you a translating spell while I'm at it but I wan't something in return."
she kept on doggedly knowing if she paused for air he would give her two million reasons he was too busy
"People are disappearing from their homes and everyone's feeling the stress of it. I want you, not some numbskull trainee, you George Nott, Hit Wizard and Dueller fucking extraordinary, down here at 5pm to teach our department some basic self defense"
She stopped her voice going quieter as she leaned in
" I know as well as you do it won't make a blind bit of difference in any real trouble but I tell you what.... teach them protego, petrificus totalus, stupefy and a couple of wacky hexes and they'll at least feel a bit more secure in themselves rather than walking around like there is a snatcher around every corner"
her voice became hard again, a low rumbling growl
"I'd have you teach the whole ministry if I could but Thickness doesn't seem to give two shits about the fear running through this place. Either way 5pm Mr Nott or I'll take these to Frenis myself and tell him you tried to get round him. sit back with my butterbeer and watch the show as he makes your cocky little ass squirm."
She sat back letting the rooms bustle distract her for a moment as she realigned the runes for a new approach, letting her body twist into its natural position inhaling deep as she prepared to submerge once again.
A door banged like a gun, handle rattling as it rebounded off the wall and heads snapped upwards to face them the odd hand heading towards robe pockets, edgy nerves momentarily frayed. The cacophony of sound was shortly followed by a mass of black hair, dark eyes flashing round.
Heads snapped downwards, hand suddenly rooting in drawers as they struggled to evade his steely gaze but Caroline stood firm, knowing what was coming
"Quinn" a jerk of his head and he withdrew from the office and she gave a small snort of exasperation. Who had he pissed off this time?
Nott was alright if you ignored his brutish demeanour to see the good qualities within. He was loyal enough to make dogs look nonchalant and at the very base a fundamentally good person. A lack of common courtesy couldn't change that and she felt if people dealt with Nott instead of avoiding him perhaps he would learn in time. She stepped out ready to talk however no sooner had she shut the door behind her, an arm was thrust under her nose.
"Two things really." He pulled up his left sleeve. "What the hell is this?"
Caroline frowned momentarily intrigued, distracted from her rant as she took his arm in her hand, nose almost touching the tree shaped mark, Gingerly she touched the mark feeling the rough texture of bark under her fingers.
She moved back a small smile on her face hand reaching into her robes for her wand
"That's a beauty" she rolled the wand between her fingers talking half to herself half to the Hit Wizard before her
"i've never seen this hex before but I've heard about it"
she began to run her wand round the arm as if wrapping a bandage
"it comes from the foothills of the Pyrenees, where a couple of early wizarding settlements had a bit of a tiff everyone now and then and used to raid eachother. From what I read it was more for shits and giggles than any particular reason but this was a parting shot used to try and disfigure and weaken one of the raiders."
she tapped the mark 3 times
"wherever it hits it turns your skin to bark and your blood to sap and using the bloodstream spreads throughout the body. The mark is small but, see the little branches above. It has already spread through your smallest arteries and veins. Within 3 nights it is said it spreads through the bloodstream and at that point there is nothing more you can do. Skin and muscle will turn to bark and the limb becomes useless."
A complicated little wave and the mark seemed to peel off the skin like a plaster, a small wooden strip with leaves and roots of glittering green liquid. She carried on talking her voice distant as she studied the undulating tentacles.
"Lucky you were not hit in the heart, they say a heart shot turns the whole body to bark and reports of such a death is not pretty. It is said if you listen to folklore that those that died from a strike to the heart are the origins of cremation, the villagers burned their bodies in the hope their souls may be reunited with their ancestors in the afterlife"
A twist of her wand and the tiny tree vanished as Nott went on as if nothing had happened pulling her in close and she shook her head rolling her eyes
"Second thing-"Frenis hates me, I need these files owled to Spain, this morning."
He stuffed a bundle of scruffy parchments into her hands and she gave a small laugh, her words coming back to her as she drew herself up to her full height. All 5 foot 3 of her moved towards Nott her chest expanding like a bullfrog, her voice contrite rather than angry
"Perhaps Master Nott, Frenis hates you because of your insistence upon bursting through doorways without knocking, dragging decent folk from their office and bundling extra work on people I might remind you are technically your superior without even a please or a thank you"
she raised an eyebrow at him
"or perhaps, just maybe it's because the last time he did you a favour you made a joke about, I believe your choice words were, his daughter's smackable ass."
she struggled to hide a smirk, eyes glittering as she continued flicking through the files
"now I'll fire your stuff off to spain and teach you a translating spell while I'm at it but I wan't something in return."
she kept on doggedly knowing if she paused for air he would give her two million reasons he was too busy
"People are disappearing from their homes and everyone's feeling the stress of it. I want you, not some numbskull trainee, you George Nott, Hit Wizard and Dueller fucking extraordinary, down here at 5pm to teach our department some basic self defense"
She stopped her voice going quieter as she leaned in
" I know as well as you do it won't make a blind bit of difference in any real trouble but I tell you what.... teach them protego, petrificus totalus, stupefy and a couple of wacky hexes and they'll at least feel a bit more secure in themselves rather than walking around like there is a snatcher around every corner"
her voice became hard again, a low rumbling growl
"I'd have you teach the whole ministry if I could but Thickness doesn't seem to give two shits about the fear running through this place. Either way 5pm Mr Nott or I'll take these to Frenis myself and tell him you tried to get round him. sit back with my butterbeer and watch the show as he makes your cocky little ass squirm."
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Caroline’s feet shuffled across the hardwood floors, soles scuffing the wood with petulant squeaks muffled by the rustle of cloaks and half stifled yawns. A sense of resignation bound them together; packed like penguins as they oozed towards the elevators, reluctant runners on the last leg of the morning commute.
Her breath caught in her throat, tendrils of icy mist rising around her despite the regular flash of flames as wizards and witches burst into reality. Shifty eyes glittered in the firelight as they searched for an adversary, taught faces relaxing as they gratefully burrowed into the crowd. More than cold kept the group together, a tension stretched over them like clingfilm pulling them tight, holding them close.
These were not days to be alone. You Know Who, the name hung round their necks, a lead weight pulling them down, the crowd a sea of bowed heads staring fixedly at their shoes. Even the ceiling seemed sorrowful, teardrop shapes and downturned mouths of pure gold twisting and undulating across a sky of deep melancholic magenta.
Without warning she shivered though it had nothing to do with the cold, even as she allowed herself to be carried into the elevators.
The office seemed normal. The senior testers huddled around the coffee pot, eyes closed and heads bowed over their cups as if in silent prayer. The juniors held court on the other side, wide eyed and bouncy as they discussed the activities of whoever was currently enduring the wrath of yet another nocturnal excursion into youthful debauchery.
Looking at the centre of the bunch, her eyes widened as she found her usual bleary eyed culprit of a Thursday morning, wide awake and head already bent over a dusty tome and she advanced on him with playful exuberance, creeping forward as he remained intent on his work.
The desk gave a dull thud as she slammed both hands down but didn’t draw a wince only a wary glance from below his fringe as he looked at her with weary glazed eyes that seemed strangely distant. If he was on something it was something she hadn’t seen before and with this lot she thought she had seen it all.
“Caracus I thought you told me that Wednesday nights at The Coven was worth the agony”
He looked at her slightly bemused before giving a weary strained smile his voice short
"Not last night,wasn't feeling it"
She clasped her hands in mocking pride her voice high and eyelashes fluttering
"They grow up so fast"
"Shut up" His face contorted with a dull snarl words snarled in a tone she wasn't sure was sarcastic. He immediately returned to his work and she turned to the group with a questioning eyebrow raised
"Who shoved an owl up his nightshirt" she whispered and Kay,his roomate, gave a shrug of her slender shoulders, blonde hair rippling in the candle light
"Dunno, he's been a cock all morning, Daz think's he's on troll bogies"
Caroline snorted
"Don't be ridiculous, troll bogies can't give you a high"
A smile twitched across David's thin face, emerald eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief
"Exactly, wouldn't you be pissed if someone sold you them to you?"
Caroline's eyes widened and she grabbed the impish face by the ear and dragged him to her desk with a low hiss
"David McIIroy, you may be able to sell stilts to giants but you were born without sense"
The cheeky cocky face twisted in confusion, the smile fading into a question which Caroline answered with a low hiss
"You don't screw with someone who could tear your head off with or without his wand. Caz has a nasty temper at the best of times, so give him his money back and keep him out of sight.You know he's on a final warning."
She gave a small shake of her head releasing the ear of a suddenly twitchy David to flop down at her desk chair with a wan smile. Not even 9 o Clock and she was already at it ; everything was back to norm... no....she shook her head,desperately trying to clear the creeping sensation that everything was far from normal.
Her breath caught in her throat, tendrils of icy mist rising around her despite the regular flash of flames as wizards and witches burst into reality. Shifty eyes glittered in the firelight as they searched for an adversary, taught faces relaxing as they gratefully burrowed into the crowd. More than cold kept the group together, a tension stretched over them like clingfilm pulling them tight, holding them close.
These were not days to be alone. You Know Who, the name hung round their necks, a lead weight pulling them down, the crowd a sea of bowed heads staring fixedly at their shoes. Even the ceiling seemed sorrowful, teardrop shapes and downturned mouths of pure gold twisting and undulating across a sky of deep melancholic magenta.
Without warning she shivered though it had nothing to do with the cold, even as she allowed herself to be carried into the elevators.
The office seemed normal. The senior testers huddled around the coffee pot, eyes closed and heads bowed over their cups as if in silent prayer. The juniors held court on the other side, wide eyed and bouncy as they discussed the activities of whoever was currently enduring the wrath of yet another nocturnal excursion into youthful debauchery.
Looking at the centre of the bunch, her eyes widened as she found her usual bleary eyed culprit of a Thursday morning, wide awake and head already bent over a dusty tome and she advanced on him with playful exuberance, creeping forward as he remained intent on his work.
The desk gave a dull thud as she slammed both hands down but didn’t draw a wince only a wary glance from below his fringe as he looked at her with weary glazed eyes that seemed strangely distant. If he was on something it was something she hadn’t seen before and with this lot she thought she had seen it all.
“Caracus I thought you told me that Wednesday nights at The Coven was worth the agony”
He looked at her slightly bemused before giving a weary strained smile his voice short
"Not last night,wasn't feeling it"
She clasped her hands in mocking pride her voice high and eyelashes fluttering
"They grow up so fast"
"Shut up" His face contorted with a dull snarl words snarled in a tone she wasn't sure was sarcastic. He immediately returned to his work and she turned to the group with a questioning eyebrow raised
"Who shoved an owl up his nightshirt" she whispered and Kay,his roomate, gave a shrug of her slender shoulders, blonde hair rippling in the candle light
"Dunno, he's been a cock all morning, Daz think's he's on troll bogies"
Caroline snorted
"Don't be ridiculous, troll bogies can't give you a high"
A smile twitched across David's thin face, emerald eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief
"Exactly, wouldn't you be pissed if someone sold you them to you?"
Caroline's eyes widened and she grabbed the impish face by the ear and dragged him to her desk with a low hiss
"David McIIroy, you may be able to sell stilts to giants but you were born without sense"
The cheeky cocky face twisted in confusion, the smile fading into a question which Caroline answered with a low hiss
"You don't screw with someone who could tear your head off with or without his wand. Caz has a nasty temper at the best of times, so give him his money back and keep him out of sight.You know he's on a final warning."
She gave a small shake of her head releasing the ear of a suddenly twitchy David to flop down at her desk chair with a wan smile. Not even 9 o Clock and she was already at it ; everything was back to norm... no....she shook her head,desperately trying to clear the creeping sensation that everything was far from normal.
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My Character
Name: Caroline Quinn
Age:29
Appearance:
Job title and description: Senior Testing Assistant for the Department of Experimental charms- liaison to the department of International Magical Cooperation
Wan't to create a charm for that pesky situation? Got your own spell to ice your pumpkin juice but keep ending up with goat horns?
The Department for Experimental Charms is looking for inspired and ambitious people to become Junior Testers.
Be responsible for the latest craze.... find the latest and greatest spells to wow your friends and embarrass your enemies. Fill out an application today
The wizard equivalent of a crash test dummy; Junior Testers take spells and incantations made by members of the public or pulled up from newly discovered historical relics, test them, cut them down and rebuild them into a functional and marketable product.
Sounds exciting huh? Except when you spend 6 hours in St Mungos with purple skin and no rectum whilst trying to make a spell that turns walls just a little bit more beige.
Amibition: Growing up in a career driven household with oft absent parents Caroline's sole ambition has and always has been to get married and ultimately be a mother.
Sadly, love has not been kind to her and as she ages her fear grows that love will never fall into her lap. Stuck in a job she dislikes, bugged by a constant sensation that happiness is slipping through her grasping fingers, the seeds of wildness have been sewn into Caroline's psyche.
Wand: 11 inches willow unicorn hair
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Strengths: Like many ministry employees Caroline is unremarkable. A witch of slightly above average power,she is a skilled linguist fluent in a number of different languages including Mermish and Troll which resulted in her position as liason with the department of International Magical Cooperation. She now works exclusively with spells brought back by foreign wizards, including the gringots cursebreakers, allowing her access to the more interesting cases including strange curses, sadly with more disgusting side effects.
At school her strengths were in charms and ancient runes and she was known to be an irritatingly good gobstones player.
Personality: Caroline is a deeply caring and maternal figure, the mother hen of her department she uses her younger friends within the department as a crutch for her lonely heart. Occasionally absent minded, she seems slightly ditsy however she is surprisingly good in a crisis, the threat of danger to those under her care enough to put a steely backbone in her which none would expect.
Family: Caroline is an only child. Both mother and father have retired to a holiday home in Mallorca where they now live bickering and wishing they had never retired.
Appearance of her boggart: An older her alone and miserable
Name: Caroline Quinn
Age:29
Appearance:
Job title and description: Senior Testing Assistant for the Department of Experimental charms- liaison to the department of International Magical Cooperation
Wan't to create a charm for that pesky situation? Got your own spell to ice your pumpkin juice but keep ending up with goat horns?
The Department for Experimental Charms is looking for inspired and ambitious people to become Junior Testers.
Be responsible for the latest craze.... find the latest and greatest spells to wow your friends and embarrass your enemies. Fill out an application today
The wizard equivalent of a crash test dummy; Junior Testers take spells and incantations made by members of the public or pulled up from newly discovered historical relics, test them, cut them down and rebuild them into a functional and marketable product.
Sounds exciting huh? Except when you spend 6 hours in St Mungos with purple skin and no rectum whilst trying to make a spell that turns walls just a little bit more beige.
Amibition: Growing up in a career driven household with oft absent parents Caroline's sole ambition has and always has been to get married and ultimately be a mother.
Sadly, love has not been kind to her and as she ages her fear grows that love will never fall into her lap. Stuck in a job she dislikes, bugged by a constant sensation that happiness is slipping through her grasping fingers, the seeds of wildness have been sewn into Caroline's psyche.
Wand: 11 inches willow unicorn hair
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Strengths: Like many ministry employees Caroline is unremarkable. A witch of slightly above average power,she is a skilled linguist fluent in a number of different languages including Mermish and Troll which resulted in her position as liason with the department of International Magical Cooperation. She now works exclusively with spells brought back by foreign wizards, including the gringots cursebreakers, allowing her access to the more interesting cases including strange curses, sadly with more disgusting side effects.
At school her strengths were in charms and ancient runes and she was known to be an irritatingly good gobstones player.
Personality: Caroline is a deeply caring and maternal figure, the mother hen of her department she uses her younger friends within the department as a crutch for her lonely heart. Occasionally absent minded, she seems slightly ditsy however she is surprisingly good in a crisis, the threat of danger to those under her care enough to put a steely backbone in her which none would expect.
Family: Caroline is an only child. Both mother and father have retired to a holiday home in Mallorca where they now live bickering and wishing they had never retired.
Appearance of her boggart: An older her alone and miserable
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happy to play 9 or 10, 9 preferably as i think he is a bit less explored or the female timelord male companion idea which would be an interesting dynamic. I sort of like the idea of a strong female figure at the centre.
pm me if you have any ideas
happy to play 9 or 10, 9 preferably as i think he is a bit less explored or the female timelord male companion idea which would be an interesting dynamic. I sort of like the idea of a strong female figure at the centre.
pm me if you have any ideas
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Shoot me a pm if your interested
Shoot me a pm if your interested
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