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Is Anybody Out There? || Doe & Edgar || {Flashback to the end of the attack}

Every little step sent a bolt of pain coming all over her. Her eyes were getting clouded and her mind was a little muddled. One… Two… Three… Four… Four hits of crucio and more curses fired at her than ever before. She gritted her teeth while she dragged herself through the emptying alley. She could hear friends being reunited, families looking for their loved ones and people fussing over each other’s wounds and pains. Her wand had been stuffed to the pocket of her pants and her once able arm was now limp and falling at her side, still bleeding quite a bit. Her other free hand was grasped around her wounded shoulder, hoping to stop the blood flow in that way.

Step by step, she made her way through the emptying cobblestone alley, her vision blurring by the second. Never had she been impacted with spells so harmful and never had she encountered people so determined to kill. Oh how she wanted to scream out, “Help!", but she knew she’d become an easy target for any other bloodthirsty attacker that way. The effects of the cruciatus curse still lingering in her bones, giving her surprise impacts of pain in frequent measures just wanted made her want to give up even more. Her eyes were closing slowly and just as she’d seen some seemingly harmless moving figures, possibly some people who could help her, her legs decided to fail her. Her knees buckled and she fell on the cobblestone street, aware of the bloodstains covering the floor. “H-Help…" Doe managed to croak out, her once resistant body now slowly caving into the pain from the curses fired at her. 

[doeofthe-meadowes]

A Crack in the Mask || Dorcas&Iliana || {Deatheater Attack}

People were scattered all over the place, running from place to place and some were screaming. People were apparating away and Doe knit her brows in confusion, her steps a little hurried as she was worried of what was going on around her. From the corner of her eye, Doe spotted a hooded figure, just like the one she saw in Diagon Alley a few days back. Then another came into sight and a bolt of fear rushed through the Ravenclaw. 

Doe gripped her wand tight in her hand, taking it in her hand a little shakily from her pocket. Many a time she was told not to keep it there, but she still did, all for the sake of convenience. She let out a huff and debated whether or not to pursue those dark cloaked beings. When she'd thought she'd gotten an answer, a window burst to her right, sending glass shards flying. Some pierced her right side and Doe stumbled backwards, a little stunned from the sudden breaking of the window pane.

She looked around her surroundings worriedly, wand still at hand. Dorcas knew she should get out of there. So she ran, as fast as she could, trying to pick out some glass shards from her arm from the blow in the shop window. And in the midst of her run, she bumped into someone. Doe looked up and she seemed to freeze. She was face to face with one of them. Her grip on her wand tightened as she took a few steps backward, drawing her wand to her front, a little shake in her hands.