iv.
Time: 2nd of May Place: Ministry of Magic Status: Closed, semi Self-Para: @dearborncaradoc, @justicebones
Even without the message explaining them the situation, it was simple to understand what was happening by the sight of it alone. Silver Masks storming the atrium -- too many of them didn’t come from outside -- and Edgar pushed Caradoc and Amelia back into the office.
“What are you doing?!” Amelia hissed, fighting her hands off him. “We have to go and do something!”
Edgar’s eyes wandered from her to Caradoc, who had drawn his wand and nodded. “There’s no time to lose.”
“But-...” Edgar said and his forlorn gaze wandered further still, to the half-eaten lunch on the table.
Amelia understood and took his face into her hands. She too had already drawn her wand, and he could feel it cold against his cheeks. “If we go now, we’ll have an even better lunch tomorrow.” The inevitable truth behind those words being: if we don’t go now, we might never have lunch together again.
Edgar clutched her hands, looked into her eyes. It had all been so much easier when he had never had to storm into battle thinking those eyes by his side. “I’ll be behind you.”
“I trust you.” Amelia let go and turned, and by the door, Caradoc nodded, putting his hand on the handle.
One. Two. Three.
He opened it and they ran out.
Four.
Whatever happened, Edgar needed to protect them.
