10:38am
Floor Four- Department of Experimental Charms
George was watching her, rye amusement on his face as he saw her "playing with old magic" as he liked to call it. Nevermind he was saving his ungrateful hide. She wanted to punch him but that would only amuse him more. He loved it when he got under people's skins.
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.
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 fourth 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. Groups of 2"
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?
Eyes shut she followed George into the room
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OOC
Billy:
10:38am
Transfiguring your watch into a gun is a deft manoeuvre and your bullets fly true. Suprised by the speed of the deadly hail coming towards him he raises his wand only for the bullets to become 3 rain drops spattering his coat. He seems shocked and suprised turning to his left only to find himself placed on his arse by a large muscular man who strikes him hard across the face, kicking his wand away with a grunt of satisfaction. A flick of his own wand binds the treacherous trainee and he turns to you with a snarl.
You know the man, Stephen Blackwell, current head of the auror office with Scrimgeour's ascension to the top job. A burly man, temperament like a bear... calm...calm.. calm... rawr...calm... calm. Your relationship with him is an odd one, he's technically your boss and if he doesn't like you he can request a new trainer with a simple owl yet as an outside trainer it's your responsibility to train him. An odd dynamic... how does Billy take that... does he like the man?.. feel free to flesh out the details of him.
"In this country, we don't kill unless we have too, you will follow those rules"
You can reply if you want but any back and forth between you is cut off quickly. by a shout at the other side of the room. You take in the scene. The room is left in chaos chairs overturned papers strewn across the flaw. A number of people are only just appearing from under their desks with relieved glances at 3 other hog tied figures in different parts of the room.
Lisa is lying on the floor at your feet, you see the rise and fall of her chest even as she begins to stir, the effect of the cruciatus curse still leaving her body with tiny spasms.
You see one set of aurors dragging a 5th hog tied individual into an office on one side of the room, another set dealing with a number of remedial cuts and scrapes, whilst blackwell is joining a third set crouching by the doors to the office surrounding a man with blood caking his face from a split in his scalp. There are flashes of light in the corridor beyond and the wounded man seems to be giving a report even as he gets treatment
(A bit more of a reaction post lot went on and now billy has a few seconds downtime to consider...so i want to know how your feeilng, how your going to deal with lisa and finally what are your priorities which of the 3 groups your going to join, the interrogation, the healing or back into the fray. End your post with you heading to join whichever group you choose. Any questions let me know.)
George
10:38
Caroline follows you into the room, eye shut giving you a second to react. You can see someone has established order outside and hit wizards running in different directions, some clasping medikits. You can hear shouts and curses further down the corridor and occassionaly people duck at loud bangs, the odd shriek piercing the bubbling calm. If they hear the sounds of loss you know people will react. Kay is dead, sprawled, eyes lifeless, mouth stretched in the sound of her scream. You know what will happen if people see and hear this. Pandemonium...panic. How you will prevent people seeing and hearing is up to you but prevent it.
Would you try and comfort Caroline or are you in business mode.... do you need to interogate the imperiorised... do you think he could tell you anyting, for somewhere there is a mind behind those eyes? Alternatively you can join the throng and try and find yourself a task... a purpose... what are your priorities at this time... information... a plan... revenge?
(if you choose to interrogate or comfort Caroline let me know and I will tell you what he says/ we can collab it.)
