with: @roonil-waazlibb​ where: near buckingham palace, london when: april 17, 2am what: DOVE protects RON from something dangerous. why?
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. But then, that’s how the story always goes these days, doesn’t it? The things that aren’t supposed to happen, happen — these are bad things, ugly things, heartwrenching things. Dove’s eyes are bleary from smoke, shards of glass crunch under their boots and they squint, trying to find any of the other Order members that had come. Then, a flash of red: it’s easy to miss, really, but it’s that signature Weasley-tint of red. Near-orange. Hardly moving. That’s uncharacteristic. “Shit.”Â
Seems like they’re not the only one who’s spotted this Weasley in presumed peril, though, and Dove watches a cloaked figure approach with a curse on their lips and doesn’t hesitate. Attacking from behind is dirty, sure, but she hardly thinks these fuckers deserving of her fairness. So, nifty wandwork moves fast and she’s tying a rope of bursting light to the cloak, then yanks. Serves them right for wearing such shit outfits, they think, as the Death Eater flies, then crashes. For good measure, she blindly sends a stunning spell in the general direction, but doesn’t stop to see if it hits. In stead, she’s onto Ron, crouching down, giving a small slap against a blood-stained cheek. “No time for naps here, Ronaldo, c’mon,” they hiss, looking over their shoulder. “Y’alright?”
