#1981starter

that is when it happened, a man running into the pub, yelling something about an attack. when questioned, he wasn’t sure how many people had perished or what had actually happened. all he knew was that the dark mark was in the sky and everyone knew what that meant. this wasn’t an accident.

in the chaos that erupted, persephone made her way off the stage and went out through the back door. she tried not to think about how dangerous it was on the streets this late as a squib. all she had was a knife strapped to her thigh and her charming personally. that was it. that was all the protection she had and in order to function, she had to ignore that. she needed to make her way to an order member - any member - and figure out how she could help. she already felt bad enough that she hadn’t known about this attack. it was her job after all, to know.

she wasn’t an order member, she’d never asked to formerly join and she wasn’t sure she’d be allowed to, but she believed in what they stood for and they seemed like the best chance to get her to the equality between wizards and squibs after the war. whether or not that happened, that was still a big question mark. she’d never brought it up.

she wasn’t useful to them in the way other members were. she had no magic, she stood little to no chance against powerful death eaters but she was a well known singer with mysterious origins and a talent for occlumency - a handy trick she’d learned from sirius. ( she’d always thought you had to be a wizard, but that was untrue. ) she also had quite loose morals, which meant she was perfect entertainment for death eaters, which gave her access to a lot of information. she had failed tonight, she thought and people lost their lives. another few people she could put on her ‘should have saved’ list.

while most people expected her to be with the dark lord, they didn’t actually have any hard evidence though she was probably the most likely suspect out of everyone. at school she was always so cold and heartless to most students. but she played coy. acts like she isn’t practically the lords right hand man woman. when she grew bored, she took a step out into the dim street light. “dangerous to be walking about, hm?”

fred and george, who were two, were very excited that they could run and tried to escape at any given moment but he’d charged percy and billie to hold their hands, one getting a toddler each and to try and keep them in line, though it wasn’t as smooth sailing as he’d hoped. charlie, who was only four, had been told to hold onto the pushchair and luckily he did. yes, they all looked a bit messy, the children were loud and sort of tugging at each other but overall, he was pleased.

that was until fred and george both made an escape and toddled away, surprisingly quickly. “fred! george!” he yelled, “boys don’t run after them.” he said, not wanting to lose more children. “someone stop the ginger toddlers!” he yelled out, not sure what to do. he couldn’t just leave his other children behind.