#gob:trigger

The call had been sudden. A long break with fellow Healers had left Andromeda in a cheerful mood, full of dinner and dessert. It had been a quiet night at St. Mungo’s and she was ready to return home for a much needed night’s sleep. But the alarms began to blare, and a blue, glowing dove flew into the room, informing them of a current attack at Hogwarts. Thoughts of sleep forgotten, Andromeda and several other Healers apparated to Hogsmeade where the streets were crowded with worried locals. Feeling a tug on her sleeve, Andromeda barely turned to see a face before looking back at the castle. “Have they said if anyone’s been hurt?”

"That’s what I’m saying,” Sirius laughed, stuffing the rest of his roll into his mouth. “There’s no way that the giant squid would win if --” Cut off by the door to the great hall being slammed open, Sirius turned to look, temporarily frozen by the sight. For a split second he thought it was almost a joke -- but the masks looked too real and then the flashing red light was aimed far too close for comfort. It hit a student nearby, and Sirius watched in horror as the boy fell to the ground, writhing in pain. It seemed that all at once the room erupted into chaos, and before he could really get his wits about him one of the masked figures stood before him, wand at the ready. “Protego,” he yelled, blocking the spell as he managed to stand from the table, effectively putting a bit of space between himself and the assailant. “Confringo!”

Watching as Regulus left, it wasn’t long before the group readied themselves and exited the Room of Requirement. It was late in the afternoon, and as Christopher slipped on his mask and spoke a final few words to his colleagues, he made his way towards the Great Hall. Dinner services were almost over, and while most of the professors would be gone, there would undoubtedly be a few students lingering about -- a perfect place to start, really. They were looking to do a fair bit of damage, after all. The group split, a few heading in various directions, and as Chris slammed the doors to the Great Hall open, he didn’t hesitate before sending his first curse towards the Gryffindor table. 

“I just can’t believe these things are still happening. How many more innocent people have to be hurt before the world goes back to normal?”