#c:lu

Brooks: what. the. fuck.

She couldn’t help but wonder who was truly under the mask. She knew all the people that were assumed to be death eaters. Knew some of those people must be her own family. She just didn’t know who truly was and who wasn’t. The questions left her restless and the thoughts of what could have happened to her had she been anyone else were enough to leave her breathless and unable to stay still. So she shopped. She hated shopping. Archie was always the one who bought her new clothes. He kept her in style and she loved him for it. She was never in the know about the new trends and appearances had to be maintained. 

She was leaving one of the shops, she hadn’t bothered to look at the name of it before entering, when she heard the loud booming sound that sent the earth rocking and her almost losing her footing. Her hand gripped her wand as she looked around for the trouble. She couldn’t see much more than dust and someone stumbling out of a nearby shop though she heard more loud sounds which signaled to her that danger was indeed upon them. 

Normally she would have stopped, thought about what she should do. She would have considered who she was and what it would look like if she Isla Selwyn-Macmillan were to be seen running into the midst of a battle. She would have paused and perhaps turned away. She would have used caution but her mind was not together and her eyes were straying once more to the stumbling figure. She was moving, running before she had a chance to think. Her hand reaching out to take their arm as she reached them, “Watch my back and get ready for a fight,” tossed carelessly over her shoulder not even registering at first who they had grabbed hold of. Her attention more focused on the fight ahead than anything else. 

Brooks: where you at loca?