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Mar. 28th, 2011


Attack on the Burrow

When: Night
Where: The Burrow; Weasley-Delacour Wedding
Status: Incomplete

After speaking with several relatives and enjoying a few too many glasses of firewhiskey, Bill and Fleur returned to the dance floor.

A flash of light came rushing into the tent in the shape of a lynx, silencing the music. A deep, yet concerned voice echoed throughout the tent, "The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

And with that, the lynx dissolved.

Jan. 8th, 2011

hbp intense


Death Eaters Waiting at Malfoy Manor

Who: Bellatrix, Narcissa, Others
Where: Malfoy Manor
When: Evening
Status: Incomplete

The atmosphere of Malfoy Manor was highly-charged, electric with the keen anticipation of what was to come in these next few hours.  Truly, this would be a day of days!  Impatiently stalking the halls like a creature caged and restless, Bellatrix eagerly twitched her fingers, breathed hard, fast and excited through feral-smiling bared teeth, and could only bide her time...though the tension of waiting until they knew the Ministry had fallen, and then Potter and his witless followers would be ripe for the slaughtering, was unbearable.

Seemingly even some playful torture of the cellar-bound prisoner wasn't distraction enough for her; oh, she set the Cruciatus on him half a dozen times until he was left screaming insensible, but even then her deranged fancies roamed elsewhere and she soon resumed her endless, furtive pacing.

Lascivious fingers fondled the wicked curve of her wand as she dreamed of slashing it through the air again, and again, to bring down all those most near and dear to Potter; yes, those he cared most about would be the first to die.  Though perhaps the Killing Curse was too quick and easy for his dirty, traitorous friends; at that tantalizing and extremely tempting thought, Bellatrix expectantly tapped a hand over the vicious silver knife slung at her hip.  Hmmm, perhaps she would start with that mongrel-mating niece of hers...or first slit the werewolf's throat?...or what of that dear little Mudblood who apparently associated so much with Potter?  High time indeed that such filth learned their lesson, Bellatrix venomously avowed with a frightful leer and a hateful, vindictive expression.

Wandering distractedly into the firelit lush, ornate den, Bella stared down with naked longing at the Dark Mark etched deep into her forearm.  Grim and livid black, it was to her a thing of beauty and adoration.  Like a savouring lover she hovered a fingernail delicately and oh-so-carefully beyond the raised edges of the brand - even though she knew better than to actually lay her hand direct upon it, for it was *He* who would be summoning them soon...not the other way around.  Zealously she watched it, anticipating that at any moment it might burn hot and agonizing with the Dark Lord's call.

Jan. 2nd, 2011


~Bill and Fleur Wedding Reception~

Who: Everyone at the Weasley Wedding ((Eventually Death Eaters))
When: Evening
What: Bill Weasley & Fleur Delacour Wedding: Reception
Where: The Burrow
Status: Incomplete

Just a short while ago, Fleur Delacour married Bill Weasley. After endless preparations and waiting, she was finally married to the man she loved. She had held back joyful tears as Bill said his vows, nearly in disbelief that she could share such happiness during these awful times in their world. And the celebration was only just beginning!

Arthur Weasley waved away the chairs used for the wedding to set up refreshment tables and turn the wedding tent into a wedding reception as people gathered towards the dance floor. Fleur and Bill shared a few more blissful kisses before Arthur spoke.

"May I present the happy couple, Bill and Fleur!"

Arm in arm, she walked with her husband out onto the open dance floor. He took her waist as she beamed up at him. The music rose and the two began their first dance as husband and wife.

Dec. 19th, 2010


(no subject)

Who: Antonin and Samantha
Where: Dolohov Estate, Tony's London flat
When: Ongoing
Status: Incomplete

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(OOC: I'm posting for Sam while she's computer-less and unable to post)

Dec. 4th, 2010


(no subject)

Who: Mandy and OPEN
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Late Morning
Status: Incomplete

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Nov. 27th, 2010


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Who: Narcissa, Bellatrix, Others
Where: Malfoy Manor
When: Evening
Status: Incomplete

The days were growing endless for the Malfoy family and each seemed longer than the next. Tensions were running higher than ever. Her husband repeatedly told her they should be honored the Dark Lord chose their home and their family to be his "headquarters." But, she knew he was lying, deep down.

He was strained and terrified; Narcissa could see it in his bloodshot eyes. Azkaban had changed him and being without him, while praying for Draco's safety for an entire year sprouted her a few of her own grey hairs amongst the long pale blond. But, what could they do? Protest? Not likely. They would hold their tongue and praise their Dark Lord to the umpteenth degree until his mission was fulfilled. She didn't exactly disagree with him, but her family's safety, especially her only son's, took priority over any alliance she felt.

A glass of dark red wine was clutched in one hand as these thoughts drifted through her mind, but were quickly interrupted as a howl for help sounded from their lowest level storage room, which had been converted to a dungeon for the Dark Lord's prisoners. The sound set her more on edge and her knuckles grew white as she held the glass tightly, surprised it didn't shatter, or at least crack, in her tight grip. She took a long, yet shaky sip, breathing out a sigh as she heard someone command the prisoner to silence once more.

She couldn't help but feel similarly to the prisoner. Although she had no bars on her door, she was still trapped in her own home; trapped and forced to do the Dark Lord's bidding. If she didn't, she knew Draco and Lucius would suffer the consequences. She just wanted it over with. If killing the Potter boy was the only way to live her life once more and secure her family's protection, then so be it.

Nov. 21st, 2010


(no subject)

Who: Fleur tag Anyone
Where: Her temporary room at the Burrow
When: Afternoon
Status: Incomplete

Fleur pressed the long white gown to herself again, smiling as she stared at herself in the mirror. Despite the terrible things happening around the world, she was glad for a moment of happiness with her William. She had read that most brides felt nervous, but she felt nothing but content. She knew that marrying him was the right thing. And that having the wedding now was only way to pull the poor Weasley family out of their slump.

Plus, she wanted to enjoy it while they still could. Who knew what could happen the day after tomorrow? The entire Ministry could fall. Their safety spells could falter. They could all be found and thrown in Azkaban. She shook the thoughts away. No, tomorrow would be a happy occasion and all would go smoothly.

She would become Mrs. Fleur Isabelle Weasley.


OOC Community

Hey all,

I've started an OOC community for the group so we can discuss plots, announce absences, ask questions, and anything else.


And I'd like to welcome Dolohov, Ginny Weasley, and Gabrielle Delacour to the group!

I hope we can get some more Death Eaters (like Lucius/Draco!), and it'd be great to have a Neville and more Hogwarts people. And Bill Weasley would be great for my own selfish Fleur purposes, haha. So, tell your friends! I think this RPG has great potential since this is a great batch of writers. :)

Thanks again to all. I know we're off to a bit of a slow start, but things will pick up, for sure.

Don't forget to join the OOC comm!

And I hope you all enjoyed the new movie. I thought it was fantastic.


Nov. 8th, 2010


(no subject)

Who: Hermione tag Harry and Ron?
When: Noonish
Where: The Burrow
Status: Incomplete

After breakfast with the whole family and then being forced to wash all the dishes by hand,("Isn't it fun to do things like Muggles?" Mrs. Weasley had asked, knowing this would drag out the chore), Hermione had finally escaped to the room she occupied. Of course, it was a struggle to convince Mrs. Weasley she would be changing the sheets and pillowcases. She let out a long breath at the peace and quiet, wondering what she was forcing everyone else to do.

She couldn't wait for this wedding to be officially over after tomorrow. But, at the same time, she knew that meant their journey would finally begin. A journey to…somewhere. They had no idea, really. But, maybe Harry did? She hated to tear herself from the comforts of a home and family, even if it wasn't her own. Her family didn't even know she existed. But, it was better that way. Safer.

She grabbed her beaded bag and before reaching into its depths, she glanced around to make sure no one was around. She felt the pile of books, counting them over again in her mind. This was probably the thousandth time she'd done this. She felt the pieces of the tent neatly packed and the various clothes and the food she'd already packed with a protective unspoilable spell around it.

She had all the necessities, but maybe they would want something else. Some sort of memento. Who knew how long they'd be gone? She set the bag down on her bedside table and crept toward the door, listening hard for any sign of Mrs. Weasley. When she heard her barking an order at Ginny, she crept along the hallway to the room Harry and Ron were sharing.

She looked at Ron's bedside table, which was littered with old Quidditch match tickets. She pulled open the drawer and saw what she was looking for: photos of him and his family. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled them out, flipping through them and picking out the ones that seemed funny or most memorable. She bent to look deeper into the drawer and saw a book sloppily covered by some ruffled parchment. She glanced around, knowing she shouldn't really be spying on her friends, but Hermione Granger was curious.

Pulling the book out, she peered at the cover, her mouth quirking in an amused smile. "Twelve Fail-safe Ways to Charm a Witch," she murmured to herself.

Oct. 28th, 2010


(no subject)

Who: Tonks & Remus
Where: Their Home
When: Afternoon
Status: Incomplete

Tonks was pacing in their small living room. The Auror had grown so anxious and restless the past few weeks. But, she was growing more and more worried about leaving her home, especially after their disastrous attempt to get Harry to safety. Not to mention losing her mentor. He had trained her well, but even she needed guidance now. They were facing such unspeakable things and horrors…

The Delacour-Weasley wedding was in a couple days, so perhaps getting out for a little while and seeing their friends would put her--and Remus--in better spirits. She could only hope. She really felt a bit useless sitting at home. But, of course, now that she was pregnant, she knew Remus was going to become overly protective. She appreciated it, of course, but she wanted to be strong, too. Strong for both of them.

Finally, she plopped down on the plush sofa and breathed a sigh, grabbing a Quibbler from the coffee table, even though she had already read it several times. Time was passing slowly these days.

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