#apoisonedelegance

Glass in hand, Allannah strolled around the room, smiling at strangers and nodding at acquaintances. She paused and took a sip from her glass, enjoying all opportunities to drink wine. She was thankful for this night, approving completely the hospital’s decision to host such an event. It was a great fundraiser, and, she thought, it would do some good to a lot of people to go out and enjoy themselves. 

As she kept walking and chatting with guests, Al had another moment of appreciation, this one for being able to partake in training for a job she loved, even without her seventh school year being completed. She missed Hogwarts dearly, but it wasn’t safe anymore. It was good to be in St-Mungo’s, she felt safe there. 

At least she did up until the moment when aggressive shouts started echoing through the building.

Al reached for her wand immediately and looked around, panic bubbling in the pit of her stomach. What was this? Death Eaters? I had to be. It was always them. She looked around, recognizing the masks, and the panic kept bubbling. What was going to happen to the patients? The girl started speed walking through the hallways, praying and hoping that everyone stayed safe. 

As she walked through the halls, she arrived to an empty corridor. Well, almost empty. A single masked figure was on the other side, and something in Allannah’s heart snapped. 

“Why are you doing this? Why do you all have to ruin everything?!” She said loudly, feeling emotional. “Don’t you understand? You’re the ones causing catastrophe, not muggle-borns or so called blood traitors.” She aimed her wand at the person, but her arm was shaking, and she didn’t cast anything for a moment. Did she know this person? Were they her friend? She shook her head, but kept the wand raised, almost daring the figure to start something.