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A Hot Duel
Author: Eleanor BlackThorn
Date: 03-19-07 11:19
I gasped when Shane used the Curcio curse on me. It was all I could do to keep myself from screaming and wrenching in pain. But I held my ground. I was not going to lose this fight. He seemed to almost stare at me when I didn’t scream out in pain. He lifted his wand for a moment and lifted the curse. It was just enough time for me to curse him.
I used a backfiring jinx on him and smiled sweetly while I held my wand at his throat. He had taken his wand off of me but a moment. A moment was enough for me to counter him.
“Shame on you Shane. I would have thought you would have been a better wizard then that. To harm a child the way you did. I should think you could harm an adult. But you faltered.” I hissed dangerously at him. I ought to do him in now. I thought raising my wand. No. Doing him in wouldn’t be any fun. It would be more fun to see him rot in Azkaban. I let my wand up and said “Petrificus Totalus!”
I grinned wickedly while I performed the body binding spell. Shane seem to almost glare at me. Then casting the Protego charm, I let Shane go. It wouldn’t be any fun if he couldn’t duel me. I circled him smiling sweetly wondering how he liked having the curses he preformed so easily on other people being preformed on him.
Duels
Author: Shane Reimann
Date: 03-19-07 14:48
Shane laughed when Eleanor said that she thought he'd have been a better wizard than to harm a child. Who the hell did she think he was, a Saint? He was a freaking former Slytherin -- he was evil!
"Diffindo! he shouted, the curse tore through the air and left a deep cut on Eleanor's arm. Shane sneered at her and watched as the blood dripped onto the cobbled stones of Knockturn Alley. "Expelliarmus!" He yelled but Eleanor shielded herself from the curse.
"Protego!" The spell bounced back towards Shane but he moved quickly avoiding it. Anger flashed over Eleanor's face, "you will pay for what you've done to my niece!"
Shane chuckled he had no intention of letting her do anything to him, he could play these games with the best of them and he wasn't even tired yet. "Sectumsempra!" He shouted and a gash appeared on Eleanor's face.
Eleanor's hand flew to her face and when she pulled it away it was covered in blood. She narrowed her eyes at him and readied herself for what was to come next. Instead of firing another curse at her he walked towards her, slowly and deliberately.
"You know Eleanor it could have gone so much easier than this...if you would have just listened to me, then nothing would have happened to your precious niece. But what gets me is you are all pent up over this when she isn't like you and from what I gather you don't particularly like the girl. So what is there to get so upset about? I was just having a little fun after all!" He chuckled to himself.
Eleanor's face grew pale and Shane knew he was further angering her but he didn't care.
"Diffindo!" she shouted and a gash formed on his chest.
Shane looked down at his torn robes and the blood dripping from them. "Good one..." He drawled giving her credit for hitting her mark. "Crucio!" He growled. He turned his wrist driving the pain into her stomach and bringing her to her knees. When she hit the ground he broke the curse but before she could fire off another curse he used the curse on her again. This time Shane had directed the curse at her head.
Eleanor's head felt like it would explode. The pain was incredible and before Shane lifted the curse she was flat on her back in agony. She gasped and her breath came in labored gulps, she rolled onto her knees and tried to steady herself but was finding it all hard. Her world spun and Shane laid her out again with the torture curse.
My husband is stupid
Author: Eleanor BlackThorn
Date: 03-20-07 10:39
I groaned and put my hand to my head wondering how long I had been knocked out. I frowned. I must have been out for a very long time. My head felt like a train had run over it. I couldn’t feel my arm. I frowned. I must have broken it. I went to sit up and gasped in pain. Oh Lord, I thought. What had happened? I groaned trying to get comfortable. But the pain was unbearable. Great. Instead of proving a point, I must have ended up being a victim. Just like Thessily had.
“Damnitt.” I whispered feeling hot angry tears come into my eyes. I couldn’t do anything if I was laid up in a hospital. I wondered how some one like Shane could be so strong? I sighed. Well there wasn’t any use in feeling sorry for myself. That wasn’t going to leave me anywhere.
“Did they catch him?” I asked when Nicolas came up to me. He shook his head.
“No. But we not only have the wizarding world looking for him but also the Muggle world. It’s only a matter of time before some one catches him. Eleanor. You shouldn’t have gone after him.” Nicolas said sitting down next to me on the bed.
“I know.” I said looking at him. “But I had too. It was my fault that he went after Thessily in the first place. I cant have every former Death Eater going after the child. What would people say? That we cant take care of her?” I asked fuming inside with anger.
“Thessily is going to be seventeen soon Eleanor. She will inherit all of her father and mother’s fortune the year after. I think she can take care of herself.” I stared at my husband. How could he think she could take care of herself, if she had been kidnapped and tortured? The nurse had told me that there was no telling if Thessily would ever return to Hogwarts. I glared at him.
“I swear Nicolas, sometimes I think you are totally stupid.” I said with a heavy sigh leaning back into my bed. He hadn’t always been this stupid. He used to be smart, and pure evil. He hadn’t cared about anything but his family. Though lately that had changed. And I supposed I was changing along with him. But I still wondered if there was something mentally wrong with my husband.
Going Somewhere Safer
Author: Shane Reimann
Date: 03-20-07 12:15
The night before with Eleanor had been quite different than the days he had spent with her at the Hanged Man, this time they fought and almost to the death. Shane had sustained numerous injuries some fairly severe but, the one that worried him the most was the deep gash on his chest.
Pain shot through him as he tried to breath, the gash was deep and he had broken ribs from a spell that had sent him hurdling into a wall. He pulled his robes off and looked in the mirror, his body was a myriad of colors, black and blue and red. Gingerly he touched the wound on his chest and flinched as the pain coursed through his body.
"Fuck!" he muttered. He couldn't go to St. Mungo's he knew that Eleanor would have the Aurors hunting for him not only for what he'd done to her but for what he'd done to her niece. He had no other choices but to either stay in the farmhouse or flee for somewhere safer, and right now somewhere safer was more appealing.
Moving away from the mirror he pulled a shirt out of a drawer and slipped it over his head with much pain. He knew that he needed to heal before he could fight again, but there really wasn't anything worth fighting for now. Shane knew that if he saw Eleanor again that one if not both of them would end up dead. He didn't want her that badly, he didn't love her nor did he need her there were plenty of others who would be more than happy to come into his bed or where ever else he wanted them.
After gathering a few things together Shane disapparated for parts unknown...maybe one day he'd return to England...then again maybe not.
Burial
Author: Carys
Date: 03-20-07 19:01
Carys had reacted with horror at receiving the vials of Owain's blood but the terrible feeling had quickly receded upon her realizing that she could finally return what Owain had lost to his body, even if she couldn't do it by magic or medically. She'd told her grandparents what they'd had in mind and had asked for their opinions on the matter, for she could go about it two different ways.
In the end, Alun had decided to contact the caretaker of the wizarding cemetery in Cardiff while Carys had gone off to work. Upon her return home later that evening, she'd learned that Alun had received speedy confirmation from the caretaker, who'd given the go-ahead for Carys to carry out her idea.
In the late morning of the following day, Carys, Tristan, Mairwen and Alun set out for the cemetery with the box containing the vials of blood. Carys led the way to Owain's grave, which was located right next to the one for their mother, Gaenor, who'd died only a short time after her son during the raid on Diagon Alley. Mairwen trotted behind with Tristan in her arms, while Alun strolled at a more leisurely pace through the green paths between the headstones.
At her brother's grave, Carys dropped to her knees and placed the wooden box on the grass. She allowed herself a few whirlwind thoughts of her brother: Owain getting his Hogwarts letter, Carys and Owain playing a game of pick-up Quidditch at home in Cardiff, both working at their mother's photography studio during the summer months, Owain receiving the mysterious letters from Jean, Owain's kidnapping, and the return of his body to Manoir Blanche.
Tristan's babytalk drew Carys from her thoughts. She turned her head and looked up at her son, who bore his uncle's first name as his middle name.
After a few minutes, Alun arrived at the grave.
"Are you ready, Carys?" he asked.
She nodded. One of her two ideas for the vials had been to open them all and pour them over Owain's grave, so that the blood would seap into the earth and reach his casket.
Instead, she'd decided to bury the entire box beneath the earth. She would have taken a shovel to the grass, but Alun had offered to use magic.
Carys stood and took a step backwards, so that she was in line with the rest of her family. Alun took out his wand and waved it over the box, which slowly sunk into the earth as if some invisible force was pulling it from underneath. The earth and grass enveloped it completely, until the same stretch of lawn that had been over Owain's grave returned as if nothing had changed.
Alun gently put a hand on Carys' shoulder. "There. It's done."
"That's better," Carys said softly. "Much better."
Just another Thursday
Author: Oreileah McCoi
Date: 03-20-07 19:14
This Thursday started just like every other Thursday of the Gryffindor's fifth year...History of Magic at twelve thirty. Not the best way to begin the afternoon...but, hey, it was something. Especially since she was going to be presenting her essay on the life of Wendelin the Weird and the subsequent 47 times she was burned at the steak. Her topic for the essay came when she couldn't decide and thus opened a chocolate frog, and Wendelin the Weird was the wizard card within the package.
History of Magic went well enough, and then she headed to Professor McGonagall's class, Transfiguration was her second class of the day and actually was one of the fifth year's favored classes. She needed to send Brett an owl to let him know when the next Hogsmeade trip will be so he can make sure to try and have that day cleared so they can spend it together. She also needed to owl mom and dad, see what has been going on with them and if mom got her present.
However that wouldn't be until ultimately after about seven o'clock because she had Potions right after Transfiguration and still had to put the finishing touches on her homework concerning Lovage for Herbology class Friday afternoon. She'd spent some time looking over the information she'd gathered and thus found enough to complete the scroll requirement for the essay.
Exhausted
Author: Jet
Date: 03-20-07 19:52
Jet can't stop yawning. During both his Thursday classes he'd had trouble keeping his eyes open. Worse, trying to wake up to be on time to Ancient Runes was what Jet imagines having his eyelids glued shut would be like. Although he'd missed breakfast, Jet isn't sure he could keep his eyes open long enough for lunch. After Muggle Studies ended, he'd come straight to Hufflepuff House.
It had only been two days ago, on Tuesday, that Jet had stood across from the statue at the entrance to Professor Dumbledore's office. That night and last night Jet had gone to bed mentally prepared to face the shadow man in his dreams. He'd even gone yesterday to the Divination classroom to borrow a crystal ball to see if he could learn more that way after waking up Wednesday morning with no memory of having dreamt and as thoroughly exhausted as though he'd done hard, physical labor all night. This morning was worse. The eyelids as though glued shut, his muscles sore and feeling bruise, both his mind and body seeming as if Jet had not had any sleep or rest.
Jet crawls onto his bed as Beast starts flitting around. With great effort Jet pushes himself back up to check and make sure the tiny owl has food and water. Back on the bed, Beast now deciding to nestle up against him, Jet closes his eyes. His last thought before falling asleep is that if by tomorrow he still hasn't gotten any closer to figuring out who the shadow man is or what the man wants, and if he's even more exhausted tomorrow than he is now, Jet will go have that talk with Professor Dumbledore.
Lingering Thoughts
Author: Thessily
Date: 03-21-07 07:41
I was alone in the hospital room. No one was around. And I sat silently looking out the window with my healing hands folded in my lap. My uncle had brought me a stuff animal to hug and a few books to read. He thought it would be a good idea to try and get my mind off of what had happened. But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. Every time I saw needles or anything sharp, I whimpered. Every time I saw a shadow move, I whimpered. Was I going to be a frightened little rabbit the rest of my life? I wondered watching the geese fly by.
I shook my head as I sat further up in the bed. No. I thought. I was a Gryffindor. There was a reason why the hat put me in Gryffindor. I closed my eyes. I had to be strong. I had to go back to school. This is my sixth year. I thought. I couldn’t drop out of school simply because something horrible happened to me. I couldn’t disappoint my mother’s memory like that.
I pulled up my knees and hugged them looking down at my toes. The nurse had healed most of my broken bones and cuts. She said it would still take a while for my body to heal completely. But that it was a good thing an aurora found me and not some muggle policeman. She said it was a good thing I was brought here and not a muggle hospital. Though I didn’t know what the difference was between the two hospitals. She also had said my aunt had gone after the man who had done all this to me.
My Uncle said that the man’s name was Shane. He had hurt me, because Aunt Eleanor had an affair with him. She left him to come home. The man hadn’t wanted her to leave and kidnapped me as a punishment towards my aunt. Though I wasn’t sure why that was a punishment. I sighed and turned my book over. I could see why she left him though. Uncle Nicolas was a far better man even if he was evil.
Paperwork and Updates
Author: Forest
Date: 03-21-07 10:14
Forest is signing time sheets Prunella's told him need to be turned in today when his sister comes to the office door. "Knock knock."
Forest rises with a smile. "Aspen! This is a pleasant reason to stop doing paperwork."
Aspen laughs. "Having a pile on my desk to wade through I can well understand what you mean. I know I could have sent this question on a memo but I was needing to stretch my legs. Would you like to join Christopher and me for supper on Saturday?"
"Normally I'd jump at the chance since we haven't had time lately to sit down and talk but it's Furnie's Saturday night off from the restaurant."
"Bring her! We'd love to see you both."
"I'll ask her and let you know sometime today. Okay?"
"Works for me," Aspen nods. "Whether you come Saturday night or not, how about you and me get together for lunch one day next week?"
"Monday's good for me."
"Monday it is then. Noonish?"
"I'll come by your office," Forest affirms.
Aspen leans up to kiss Forest on the cheek and give him a quick hug. "Back to the salt mines."
Forest bids his sister goodbye and returns to his desk. He finishes signing the times sheets and signs off on some requisition requests. Next Forest picks up a stack of parchments updating the status of various cases. The topmost is one in which the perpetrator is still at large but the victim, teenager Thessily Ware, is safe and recovering at St. Mungo's.
When the first report came in that the girl was missing and presumed kidnapped, a locator spell had been performed. Unfortunately, locator spells don't always work. The initial for Ms. Ware and several other attempts hadn't worked. The last attempt made hadn't been 100% successful but it had given enough of a result that an Auror was able to locate the girl. She was in extremely bad shape, physically and mentally.
Locator spells have yet to work in the case of Krasimira Eternal-Black. At least one a day has been performed since the child was kidnapped last August. Forest would never say it aloud to anyone but he would much rather gone without learning the fate of Sebastian Taite if it would have meant the locator spell would have worked to find Mira instead.
From the outer office Prunella says, "It's about that time."
Forest looks up from the files, a just ate a very sour lemon expression on his face. "Already?"
"Sadly, yes."
Forest puts the updates aside and grabs another file. Berwyck Oldridge, head of the entire department wants to meet with Forest. He says he wants to go over some budget items but Forest has the feeling that Berwyck's wanting to talk in-depth to a captive audience about a international conference he recently attended. It's going to make for a very long, very slow afternoon.
Time To Go Home
Author: Majandra
Date: 03-21-07 16:30
"Time to go home, Miranda."
The not quite 7 month old looks up at Maj and crinkles her face in a pout. Crouched by the swing Miranda's in, Larkin also looks up, shakes her head and says, "No."
Maj can't help but grin at Larkin with a book open and propped on the tray of the swing. "Larkin, are you reading to Miranda?"
"Yes," the toddler states firmly, her reddish brown curls bouncing wildly with the force of her nod.
"I'll just go fetch Killer from the healer then."
Larkin's lower lip continues sticking out. "Killer is sick?" she asks in that lilting way children her age often ask questions.
"No, he's not sick but he had to get a check up and get medicine so he won't get sick."
Miranda, feeling ignored, kicks out her feet making the swing jiggle. The book falls backward allowing Miranda to start pounding on it with the flat of her hands. Larkin's gaze goes from upset at the thought of Miranda leaving and concerned about the small dog Killer to gravely serious. "Finish reading now."
Maj pats Larkin on the head, her face equally serious. "All right but when I get back with Killer it's time for Miranda to go. Do you want to come with us?"
"Yes!"
Maj smiles and walks away, stopping to tell Blossom where she's going and that Larkin wants to go home with them. Blossom laughs. "As much as Larkin loves playing with her cousin, I think part of it is she likes having a captive audience to read to." Blossom makes air quotes around the word read. "The boys won't sit still and one or both usually wants to take the book from her. I think though that Larkin's going to be much like Ginny was based on what we've been told of the Weasley's as children."
Maj nods in understanding. "Not going to take anything off the boys and giving as good as she gets. All right, I'm off to pick up the dog. I've got a stew and am just making sandwiches on some bread I picked up from Briar's earlier but why don't you and Fred come over? I know I've got plenty your three will eat."
"Oooh, yes, not having to make supper tonight does sound nice. Jessica's mother isn't coming to pick her up for another half hour so it will be after that."
"By the time I get Killer and come back for the girls, get home, and get them settled then get the stew heated and sandwiches made the timing sounds perfect."
Maj heads off to pick the the dog from the clinic and shop Indigo McFusty recently opened then with Killer tucked under her arm Maj pops into the bakery to pick up something for dessert. Back at the daycare, Maj lets Larkin hold the tiny dog while she holds Larkin's hand and carries Miranda to step into the Floo to go home, her mind on all the things she needs to do when she gets there and wondering how Blossom and she are going to manage juggle everything once term starts again on Monday. She's mainly apprenticing but it's still more hours to add to an already full schedule.