#open 002

☼ location: st. mungo’s

The waiting lobby of St. Mungo’s was always hectic no matter what time of day or year it was. Today was no different, Benjy noted, as he sat in a chair nursing his left hand wrapped in a heavy cloth. The injury wasn’t too terrible, at least for someone in his line of work. It was the result of a rather nasty repellant curse that had been placed on a locked trunk that Benjy had attempted to crack open while on the job. Benjy had met Curse Breakers who’d lost fingers, ears, and even limbs, so he considered himself quite lucky. Benjy’s superior had ordered him to leave the job to get the injury looked at as soon as possible.

As soon as possible, in St. Mungo’s terms, seemed to be whenever they got to him on the queue. Glancing down at his lap, Benjy noticed the dark stains of blood beginning to seep through the cloth. Benjy sighed and stood, hoping to flag down the attention of somebody to at least get him a new cloth, before he unceremoniously bumped into the person crossing in front of him. “Shit-- sorry,” he said, wincing as his injury throbbed painfully.

✦ location: diagon alley protest

Alecto had endured the protest for hours, blending herself into the crowd of people who had nothing better to do than to stand around, yell complaints, and hold up signs. As if any of that would make a difference to the Ministry, she scoffed to herself. When would these pathetic people understand that the only way to dismantle power was to take it for yourself? Alecto already felt high on power before the true anarchy began. She had been chosen by the Dark Lord himself to be the one to cast the Dark Mark, an honor she saw befit of her taste for chaos. At exactly 6:17 in the evening, she followed Voldemort’s orders and raised her wand straight into the sky. By the time the high shriek of Morsmorde left her lips and the people around her scurried in terror, Alecto was absolutely intoxicated by power.

The Dark Mark hanging in the sky bathed everything around her in a dangerous green light, making Alecto cackle in maddened delight. She moved through the streets like a goddess in her realm, smirking manically beneath her mask as people’s expressions turned to horror at the sight of her. Someone that was bold enough to try to rush at her was met with the curse that exploded at the end of her wand, sending them tumbling to the ground. “Learn your place, darling,” she spat, moving to kick the person with the heel of her boot just for the hell of it.