Streets of Hogsmeade

[Firefly_Wanderer]

His heart jumped a bit in his chest and already he could feel the adrenaline moving into his system. They were leaving, finally. All the people in the shop seemed to like what he had said and they moved out. Someone called for people who could aparate to stand by the wall and Yuan found himself a little slow to react. Centaurs? Cripes just who all had these people taken? To piss this many people gather to destroy them? Was this was it was like back in the day when Dark Wizards threatened all of the wizarding world. People banding together, and not just people thought. Magical beings who were equal too if not more intelligent then wizarding kind had joined up. It was an amazing feeling Yuan just wished Xenos was at his side for this. The albino would have a plan or six already up his sleeve and more spells then Yuan had even heard of. He always he knew the best things to use to counter certain spells or how to find a better way around something. "Sometimes though we need to do things on our own..." Yuan said softly a sad smile on his face. Unable to do anything more on the matter he moved towards the wall where the others were lining up his hands back in his pockets to find his wand in his grip again.

He listened quietly as Strike dictated who would go in first and who traveled with whom. Yuan honestly wished that the students weren't coming but there wasn't much he could do now. Rolling his shoulders again he made his way over to the other wizards gathering around Cian. "Don't worry about me I can apparate. I'll get myself there just so you don't have to worry about getting all of me there." Yuan said pulling his hands back out of his pockets. In his left palm was his, gripped tightly despite the fact that his hand was still a bloody mess from his trip to the Ministry. Silently he went through his mental list of spells and curses deciding what would be best for this. As Yuan did so he brought up a mental picture of the woman who had stolen his son from him. He had a few spells he had learned saved for her and the Seer couldn't help the wicked grin that came across his face. He would enjoy using them all on her. Grog shifted on his shoulders, the tiny griffin hissing lightly at the tension in the air. He was as worried about the tiny Trinity as his master was. Hopefully soon they would have him back safe and unharmed. Waiting with as much patience as he could muster for the signal, the Seer was almost certain he was one of the first cracks in the air as soon as they were told to go.

{exit to the Hideout}

The ghosts of my future: Grog, too many people to name
That which dances through my mind: off we go to the rhytem to the war drums
Your future may end here: 10" Alder with a Unicorn Hair core
Voices from the distant future:

 

[Vampire Toy]

”Once an heir, now a leader. I only hope I can do as well as my father wanted...”

Ammar made his way slowly towards Tamara. He was hesitant about doing this, but he needed to do this for Sagi. He assumed that Imara would follow him, but he was soon surrounded by many of his herd. They all reached out for the witch, ready to go first. To die first. They knew that they wanted to go first. Their pride would not allow themselves to be second or even forbid last! No, this was the way.

He reached his hand out and touched Tamara's arm, "Strength, my brothers," he smiled at his kin. He gripped his bow tightly, ready and on edge. His muscles twitched, eager to fight. He hadn't been in a fight for a few months now. Not since his acromantula attack. It had left him physically scarred, and had forced him to work harder to be strong. He was the strongest he had ever been because of it.

He looked hard into the woman's eyes. He was ready whenever she was. Of course, however, he hoped that Ser and Imara would be on the other side of this teleport. Whatever that meant...

 

[Professor Tahiri]

❤❤ T A M A R A♛R A D C L I F F E

HOGWARTS GRADUATE
￤￤ if you're going through hell, keep on going
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Tamara listened to the vampire as he dictated who would be taking who and nodded, readying herself to apparate. The large centaur approached her and she nodded to him, setting her face in determination. "Are you ready, mighty centaur?" she asked, although she could tell from looking at him. Without awaiting an answer, she concentrated on the image she was given and felt her magic envelope her and the centaurs that were connected to her. With a loud pop, they disappeared.  

[Kai Sparrowheart]

Cian O'Brian
Owner of Zonko's
Twenty Five
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When it was time to leave, Cian took a moment to concentrate. He kept the image of the place they were going in his head, and he felt himself start to slip into the right mindset. He apparated, the air seeming to twist him inside out.
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"My way of joking is to tell the truth. That's the funniest joke in the world."

 

[Vampire Toy]

((Posted with permission from Utsuha Moon))

Cinq Moreau

Ghoul and Ghost Studies Professor
Former Hufflepuff

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Cinq nodded as Strike gave his military speech. He became the commander, it seemed, which he was fine with. And being the only wizard-turned-vampire of the group who was old enough to have learned apparition, he would, of course, be responsible for their safety. Cinq wouldn't want any splinting to occur pre-battle. Or at any time, really. When Strike and Zane were holding him, he visualized the small cottage, the destination, and with a loud pop, the three vampires disappeared.

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"You haven't seen a tree until you've seen its shadow from the sky."
~Amelia Earhart

 

[Ronyo Storm]

Ronyo Storm - Slytherin
Sixth Year
Hogsmeade/ Streets

The ideas seemed simple enough and while Ronyo wanted to be going in with the other wizards, felt their possession was logically sound. They would move in and sweep and support the ones in front of them, provide relief for those who need to be extracted out and give suppressing fire. Ronyo moved to the other students and placed his hand out for them to touch. He made a sidelong glance to Tay and then to Michelle as well.

"If you want to take Michelle it will be less stress on me Tay. Oh and Tay, I'll be honest I can't think of anyone I would rather be fighting here. Next time though we will need to settle a few things," He winked at Tay and turned to the others, "Remember suppressing fire, give the centaurs time to fire their arrows and keep the adults sides defended as they attack as well. Call out problem areas if you see them, and look out for surprise attacks. Michelle, Sam, Marina, James, and Elle if you see our girls call them out and once we have them they are your responsibility. You take out anyone who tries to stop you from getting them back. Jane if we separated I'll call out on the rings, but once we have secured the girls you take command of the rearguard. Tay...try to keep up with me," with that Ronyo felt the students grab his hand and watched Michelle hold on to Tay, and with a pop they were gone.  

[Professor Tahiri]

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Samuel Meridith
Fourth Year Gryffindor
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✔Age: Fourteen
✔Mood: Determined.
✔Status: With Caitlin Engels

When it was their turn, Sam placed his hand on Ronyo's shoulder. "I'm ready to do this. Let's rescue our friends," he said with grim determination. He was frightened for what lay ahead, but at the same time, his blood pounded with excitement.

Out Of Character: ...

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

William Dante Nott the Third

Seventh Year, Slytherin Prefect

Formations huddled together, the centuars were with Tamara, and the werewolf, the students were rallied alongside Ronyo, and he, well—he supposed he had every right to follow alongside Cian, or, linger behind and shield the little one’s from harms malicious ways. An arsenal of spells surrounded his every thought and plagued his very breath, a light layer of sweat of anticipation beaded gently against his brow as he readied his wand arm before him—but he paused.

Glancing behind him, he took care to notice just how many students there were, two Slytherin girls, one from Hufflepuff, if he recalled, the Meredith boy from Gryffindor, and then himself, and Jane. While he would not arguably have chosen to keep this company, he was, none the less, grateful for the opportunity presented—and then the possibilities to come.

A part of him wondered if anyone would notice if he and Zane had disappeared afterwards, to sort their own sins… but that wasn’t a luxury he could simply afford right now. Not yet. ”Ready?” He called to those younger than him, though, most specifically Michelle and Marina, his own fellow Slytherins. But, if any else so chose his side, he wouldn’t argue. With a boisterous, thundering crack, he and those with him disappeared just short outside a cottage where the others already lingered in hushed silence, waiting for the start of gorilla warfare.

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Location: Apparating to Little Hangleton
Mood: Intrigued
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

 

[VixenViVi]

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☾Headmistress ☽
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♡ιηαяι εvεяηιgнт♡

мσσ∂ ---& {Furious}

★ <--- sтяιρ мε ηαкε∂

❝I'm just a bad girl, that's why we get along❞

❝Won't make excuses for anything I'm doing wrong❞

❝I'll pull the trigger in a flash❞

Inari followed everyone outside. So much was happening so fast and she was just glad to be level headed enough to follow what Strike was saying. She listened to the orders and then when it was time, she left with a "pop" to the new location.

❝Watch out honey, step back❞

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

Picture perfect, that's what it seems

Follow the leader, stay in the lines

They've got this whole thing figured out,

What will people think of what you've done this time?

We'll leave this place behind, doesn't that feel right?

Go with the crowd, surely somebody knows

Picture perfect, it's picture perfect

Why we're all wearing the emperor's clothes

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Wearing

❦❥❧®avenclaw❦❥❧ⒽalfⒷlood❦❥❧Ⓣhird Ⓨear❦❥❧

Her living room disappeared and everything became a spin of emerald fire. Grace was sure she was going to throw up or pass out or die. She stumbled out of the fire and collapsed on the street, sobs racking her body. Blood poured from the wound on her back and arm. The world was spinning around her and she was sure any moment it would disappear. Her mind went back to the living room. Someone came. She could see her mothers face as she screamed and shoved her. It was blur from there for awhile. Blood and screams. Heat and fire. Glass, pain, screaming, shouting, sobbing, blood, heat, fire, her father, her mother, the fire, emerald flames, the killer, the murderer, more pain, more blood, spinning, nausea, falling, stone street, buildings, blood, wounds, her family. She sobbed. From pain and memories. She hadn't done anything She couldn't do anything. She didn't even know who had done it. She couldn't remember his face. If she had even seen it. She wasn't sure. All she could see was her mother, the look of shock and then pain. Her father spinning around... only to be lit on fire. Tears poured from her eyes, smearing eyeliner and mascara down her face to mix with the blood and ash already there.

Her own blood was soaking through her clothes but she couldn't feel. She couldn't breathe or speak. She couldn't even think. She wanted to close her eyes and just fade away, but every time her eyes shut she saw her mothers dead face, her father burning, her mother screaming and pushing her out of sight, a shadow of the killer. She couldn't. She just couldn't deal with that right now. She couldn't deal with anything. She wished she was dead already, then she wouldn't have to think or be or do anything.

She couldn't cry anymore. All she could do was lie there and wait to die. She knew she wouldn't survive. She was lying in a pool of her own blood for god's sake! She blinked her eyes open and looked at the stone beneath her. She couldn't even remember what she had screamed while jumping into the fire. All she remembered was pain as a spell hit her back. Tentatively Gracie reached her good arm up to feel her back. Immediately she regretted it. As soon as he hand touched her back, pain lanced its way through her body like a lightning strike. All her nerves were on high. Even so, she continued to run her fingers along the edge of the wound, trying to see how long it was. From what she could tell, it ran from the top of left shoulder to her right hip. It was an inch and half wide and bleeding profusely. She moaned and let her good arm, her right arm, drop back to her side. Her left arm had another wound down it from her shoulder, to her wrist. The two wounds were separated by only a couple of centimeters at the top.

Gracie's eyes were dry. She couldn't cry anymore. She had cried all she could. She couldn't make herself feel right now. All she felt was pain pulsing down her arm and back, and the blood soaking into her skin, clothes, and the ground around her. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. The stone street she was lying on, and the bases of the building that she could see were beginning to get fuzzy and spin around her. She thought it had finally. She thought she was finally going to die and she wouldn't have to deal with any of this s**t anymore. She slid her eyes closed, covering up the blue. She didn't want to be found with glassy eyes staring at nothing. She didn't want her friends and family to see her like that. She wanted to look like she was sleeping, peacefully, happily. For once, she wasn't scared of what she would find next. She just wanted to see her mother and father again and wanted this pain to go away.

She had watched her parents die, she had hid like a child and listened to them scream. They had died screaming. She hadn't even gotten to tell them she loved them. She had hid and cried and ran like a coward. She should have turned and fought against the killer. She should have at least gotten a good look at him. But she hadn't. She had let her mother push her away. She had hid. Her mother was dead, probably still on that couch, staring at the fire pit with glassy black eyes, like a dolls. That's all her mother was now, an inanimate doll, because Gracie hadn't done a thing. Gracie had said a spell. Gracie hadn't attacked the attacker. Gracie had acted like a child and her parents were gone. The killer was probably going after her cousins now. If only she had done something. She shook with silent tearless sobs. All she could hope now was that she died and her friends weren't the ones to find her.

Gracie couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. The world was growing black and fuzzy around the edges of her vision and the buildings she could see from where she lay face down on the ground were spinning around her. She felt like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. "There's no place like home." She whispered as her eyes slid shut and she passed out in a pool of her own blood, make up streaked down her face from the tears and blood, ash on her face and in her hair. She looked like hell and if she was awake she would agree that she felt like it too.

As Gracie lay unconscious, bleeding on the ground, two small dots appeared in the sky. As they flew closer it was revealed that they were two owls. One was a beautiful barn owl who landed next to her master's head and hooted softly, nuzzling against her and trying to wake her. The other was a large snowy owl. This owl landed next to her as well and laid its large white head in the crease of her neck. The snowy owl seemed so sad and yet there was a glimmer of hope as he joined the barn owl in trying to wake her, to save her.

The barn owl rose into the air, looking at the streets from a birds eye view. She hooted loudly, trying to get someone's, anyone's attention. Her master, her owner was dying. She had to save her. She hooted again and then dove back down to Gracie. Butting her with her head and hooting near her ear. The owl gave a sad trill and butted her harder. The snowy owl watched the barn owl and joined her, butting at the girl's good arm while the barn owl butted out her head.

OOC:...

Love Interest: Jade, For now
Status: Taken by Jade

The days are fading

I'm gonna run like I've got the cops on my tail

Like they're one in the same

I'm gonna live my life like I'm out on bail

Picture perfect doesn't mean much to me

I'm gonna be out front, gonna blaze a trail

 

[Rawwry]

♫ Feeling: Better
♫ Company: Sam and his family.
♫ What I'm thinking: Nothing.
♫ What am I doing; Going for a walk.
♫ Dating: Samuel Meridith.

Caitlin stepped out of the shop and into the streets. Where should she go? Where could she go still? She started wandering aimlessly when she heard a loud hoot. Cait squinted at the sky. She had seen that bird before... As she kept walking, she realized she smelt something all to familiar. Blood. She looked around, who the hell was bleeding? Then she spotted some very colorful hair lying on the ground. Cait shook her head. No. "No. No. No. No. NO!" She shouted as she sprinted over to the body of her best friend. Caitlin knelt beside her, raking her brains for some answer on what to do. Apply pressure. The only thing that came to mind. She reached for Grace's arm with one hand and pressed on it, the other on her back. "Gracie, can you hear me? Grace, this isn't funny. Tell me I've gone mental, that I'm dellusional. You can't be hurt, Dove. Gracie talk to me, please..." She begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Sam! SAM! Tamara! Mr. and Mrs. Meridith! Someone please!" Caitlin screamed. Grace couldn't die, she wouldn't let her. She'd pull her back from the dead if she had to. "SAM!" She shrieked again. Cait wiped her tears away from her eyes, leaving Grace's blood on her cheeks. She didn't even care anymore. "Gracie please, it's not funny anymore! You can't leave, please, don't die. Tell me it's all a joke, that I'm seeing things, Gracie. Please, please!" She said, telling herself it was a joke. Feeding herself lies.

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[Professor Tahiri]

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Samuel Meridith
Third Year Gryffindor
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✔Age: Thirteen
✔Mood: Concerned.
✔Status: With Caitlin Engels

Sam moved to the window and watched as Caitlin left the shop, watching her as she started to walk away. He sighed and leaned against the window when he heard Caitlin shouting. He grabbed the handle when Jen said "Where are you going?" Sam paused. "I heard..." Caitlin screamed for Sam again, and now Jen ran out the door. Sam followed her. They found Gracie lying on the ground bleeding and Caitlin covered in her blood. Caitlin was freaking out. Jennifer, without waiting for a reason, slapped Caitlin. "Get yourself together Cait." Sam, meanwhile, had dropped to his knees next to Gracie, He felt for a pulse and found one. "She's alive. Let's get her to the shop." Sam slipped his arms Gracie and flipped her over, then lifted her from the ground. Sam grunted a little as he supported the girl's weight. "Cait, get the door. Jen, get Mom and Dad."

Out Of Character: ...

 

[Rawwry]

♫ Feeling: Destroyed.
♫ Company: Sam and his family.
♫ What I'm thinking: Don't die.
♫ What am I doing; Going for a walk.
♫ Dating: Samuel Meridith.

Caitlin looked up as Sam and Jen came over to them. Then she was slapped. By a nine year old. What the hell? She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again. She looked at Sam and nodded. Cait stood up, not really wanting to leave Grace's side, but she needed to get the door. Caitlin sprinted toward the shop and propped open the door with her foot. She looked toward Sam and Jennifer, wishing they'd hurry up. Caitlin chewed her lip until it was bleeding, 'Please Gracie, don't die!'

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