Morsmordre

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The streets glistened with broken glass that ought to have been confetti. Was this the new world? Cowering in fear every other month, guessing whether or not Ted would come home? Andromeda Black had read the obituaries so many times in the days following the attack that she could have recited them from memory. Each familiar name felt like a heavy stone in her pocket and every passing moment like another step wading out to sea. 

Her father had warned her to stay away from Diagon Alley, but Cassi had never been one to listen to his warns and orders. The attack was last night, what could possibly happen today other than the start of a clean up? Mostly, she was just curious to see how much of the rumors she heard were true.

Disorganization was hardly something that Doris had enjoyed since it had befallen her personality. It usually had to do with time, running extremely late to all that she planned. If it hadn’t been for her willingness to model for Witch Weekly when they were in a bind, she’d likely not have a job. Her boss was smart enough, too, to make her deadlines two days early, so anything she did was still on time. But the attack was the first time her character flaw had benefited her, to her knowledge. The redhead had her days off and thought New Years Eve was the night after it had actually been. “I was late, as usual.” The half veela explained as someone had asked for the umpteenth time how she’d gotten out of the attack unscathed. It was hardly like her to miss a party and she lived in Diagon Alley. Her flat rested above the Kwik-Repair Shop, but she’d been at the office that night, working on a beauty product review.

The only thing decent that seemed to have come out of the winter hols was a subscription to the Daily Prophet. Though the headlines spanning the front page could hardly be considered news to any of his companions crowding the beds of St. Mungo’s. Remus had fared little better than a full moon alone. Hell, he would’ve preferred the new scrapes and bruises if they’d come from his own hands. 

Winter had been planning to enjoy the celebration, but had an order to finish before she could leave the apothecary for the night. She thought she might catch up with Alecto, or Dirk and Jack. Maybe her brothers if they were around. It was shortly after she’d finished brewing the potion and had started to get the vials ready that all hell seemed to break loose in the cobblestone street. No one had told her anything was meant to happen that night. Not her brothers, not her father, not her friends. She turned quickly, grabbing her wand from the workbench and her messenger bag that she used on the occasions that she delivered potions in person. She grabbed as many healing potions as she could find to stuff into her bag. As soon as she had what she hoped was enough, Winter ran out of the shop. She spotted someone a ways off on the ground and the brunette made a run for it. Luckily, she didn’t seem to draw the attention of a hooded figure that was down the street a ways. Dropping to her knees next to a boy that seemed to be school aged, she noticed that he was unconscious and had lost a lot of blood, but the rise and fall of his chest reassured her that he was alive. Carefully, she pulled out a vial from her pack, eyes darting around her. There was someone approaching, so she worked faster, opening the boy’s mouth and pouring the potion in. The steps were close now and Winter turned, shielding the boy with her body, clutching her wand tightly in front of her. “Don’t touch him!”

The shrill shriek sent ice through Mary’s veins as the celebration around her became a nightmare. She froze, still holding onto her candy floss until someone bumped into her. The brunette gasped, hands searching for her wand as the forgotten sweet landed on the cobblestone. Her mind was pulling away, attempting to go into that fog that she hated so much, but she tried to fight it. Tried to be present in the Alley. This was why she’d joined the Order, for when these attacks happened. She needed to help others. It took a few deep breaths for her to get her head back to reality, but it was too late, a dark figure was approaching her. She gripped her wand tighter in her hand, eyes darting around her. She saw a woman not far from her with a toddler, “Go,” the witch hissed out to the mother. “Bombarda” The incantation felt foreign on her lips, like a ghost of something she’d once known. The explosion didn’t hit the dark figure, but gave the mother and toddler enough time to disapparate from the scene. Leaving Mary to face this demon alone. Then the figure was to the side and she held her wand, hand trembling. “Stay back.” Mary warned them, telling herself that she was not going to freeze this time. She couldn’t.

Lucius had told her to stay home. Whatever was going to happen, it had to be closer to midnight. People wouldn’t really be around until then. Most likely somewhere muggle. Halloween surely should have knocked some sense into the megalomaniac her husband had sadly aligned himself with. She decided to take a trip to Diagon Alley, earlier than she would normally go out on New Year’s Eve. She apperated into the Alley and was met with turmoil. This couldn’t have been it. There must have been something else going on. Her wand was tight in her hand as she looked around, trying desperately to find someone she knew to see what was going on. @morsmordrestarters​

Everything was not okay. There was smoke, people running. It was happening again. Emmeline was doing her best to get people out of the way. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt. The extremists could be handled once the innocent people were out of the way. “You need to get out of here,” she said to someone approaching. “It’s not safe. Let the aurors handle this and get home.” @morsmordrestarters​

Batty had only been among the ranks for a few months, but had never felt so at home as when she wore her mask. It was beautiful. She could spend hours looking at the piece, finding new intricacies in it’s design. Of course hers was so intensely detailed, she’d designed it and continued to play with it’s beauty in her spare time. It’s function. That didn’t mean, however, that she hadn’t brought along a few instruments of pain and destruction from the shop as well. Now was her time to embrace every dark atom that pulsated inside of her, fighting to break out of her. 

New years eve;;

new years eve;;

Shit, shit, shit! Between the sudden commotion, the shrill shrieking of the celebratory party morphing into something more sinister and the scattered pops! and cracks! of nearly every witch and wizard disapparating around him, Remus had lost his wand. 

New years eve;;

Off in the distance, Pandora could hear the bells chiming the hour. Midnight. She knew she shouldn’t be out so late, but her friend’s Christmas party had gone late and she didn’t much care to go home. Home would be overflowing with the other Greengrass members and the expectations her father had for her future. Instead, she found herself wandering the streets of Diagon Alley watching the people scurrying about and going place to place, hitting up one last party before turning in for the evening.

Christmas 1978;;