Rally Cry || Phoebe + Marius
@phoebemaddock
Phoebe was perched in the shadows some distance away from the main stage, a booted heel pressed casually to the side of a Hogsmeade shop as she lazily brought a cigarette to her lips. She much preferred the shadows and selected her location deliberately. From her vantage point, she surveyed the event. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, however, it was curious that Percy’s fundraiser had gone on seemingly without a peep from the bastards who ended her brother’s life. That meant Hermione’s rally had to be the next target.
Naturally, Phoebe’s hunch was confirmed, and the commotion happened rather quickly. One moment fellow Slytherin Albus Potter was giving a speech and the next a lifeless pile of a bones hit the stage resounding in a blood curdling thump similar to the sound she imagined Alfie’s body to make when it crashed to the pitch. Supportive cheers morphed into frantic, bone chilling screams and chaos ensued all around her. That was Phoebe’s cue.
While witches and wizards alike ran away or aparated from the scene, Phoebe emerged hurrying passed on-coming traffic as she ushered herself closer and closer to the main stage. Instead of directly approaching the body, she stuck to the perimeter of the masses, darting into the wings of the stage area. With all the commotion, it was annoyingly simple for her to slip passed any clearly ineffective security measures and conceal herself within it’s confines.
Back stage, Phoebe caught sight of a figure. Friend or foe she could not gage. Never the less, Phoebe drew her wand from the rim of her knee high boot and took aim.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
It was not the first time Marius was in a place where he wasn’t supposed to be. He had been jailed before and he wasn’t particularly afraid of being jailed again. The true consequences though occurred in the fact that he had been impatient, hasty to answer a question without all of the facts.
He hadn’t run off like everyone else because he had his own searching to do. The muggleborn candidate wasn’t a believer in high security; it seemed like she believed too much in a regular wix’s abilities to defend themselves from… this.
The voice behind him sounded authoritative, like an Auror; he raised his hands, but he couldn’t help but smirk. He didn’t even have a wand that could cast the levitation charm to pull off what had been done on-stage. Hell, he didn’t even have a wand to Apparate away. He’d need to go back to the tavern to floo back to where he lived.
He didn’t give an immediate answer to the woman behind him, nor did he bother to look. “Where else is there to go?”
