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Time: 2nd of May Place: Ministry of Magic Status: Closed, semi Self-Para: @dearborncaradoc, @justicebones
spellnbone·:
Even without the message explaining them the situation, it was simple to understand what was happening by the sight of it alone. Silver Masks storming the atrium – too many of them didn’t come from outside – and Edgar pushed Caradoc and Amelia back into the office.
“What are you doing?!” Amelia hissed, fighting her hands off him. “We have to go and do something!”
Edgar’s eyes wandered from her to Caradoc, who had drawn his wand and nodded. “There’s no time to lose.”
“But-…” Edgar said and his forlorn gaze wandered further still, to the half-eaten lunch on the table.
Amelia understood and took his face into her hands. She too had already drawn her wand, and he could feel it cold against his cheeks. “If we go now, we’ll have an even better lunch tomorrow.” The inevitable truth behind those words being: if we don’t go now, we might never have lunch together again.
Edgar clutched her hands, looked into her eyes. It had all been so much easier when he had never had to storm into battle thinking those eyes by his side. “I’ll be behind you.”
“I trust you.” Amelia let go and turned, and by the door, Caradoc nodded, putting his hand on the handle.
One. Two. Three.
He opened it and they ran out.
Four.
Whatever happened, Edgar needed to protect them.
justicebones·:
As they headed out into the hallway, they were already outnumbered. There seemed to be at least four nearby and more on the way. Amelia, for one, wasn’t afraid though; she was sure that she and her boys could handle this. Instead they focused on moving as a team, working together and stunning whichever Death Eater was closest.
People were running by them, afraid and trying to escape, and they were doing their best to protect those who were innocent and knock out those that weren’t. Amelia stepped forward to hit a Death Eater who got too close to Caradoc, and Caradoc did the same, while Edgar sent spells from where he was in the shadows. They kept moving, despite the number of silver masks that felt perhaps too foreboding.
The three of them moved in sync, with the familiarity of people who had fought many battle side by side—in Caradoc and Edgar’s case—and were almost as one—in Edgar and Amelia’s. So far, they had managed to stay close together, never too far out of reach of each other, always one spell ready to cover each other’s back. Yet, as he had told Mary, it didn’t matter how hard one tried to stick together, sometimes you found yourself driven away from your allies—your friends.
It happened for them, too. One moment, Amelia had been at his left and the next she was all the way across the hallway and Caradoc didn’t know how it had happened. He only knew that he couldn’t get to her to help her because just as her, he could see his own reflection in the Silver Mask staring back at him.
And Edgar...
“Edgar.”
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