Jan 21, 2019
"No, we most certainly not be staying in the likes of the Three Broomsticks,” Orion nearly scoffed at the question, looking quite bored with the elder Malfoy. “There’s no need to suffocate the children for the entirety of the weekend.”
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"No, we most certainly not be staying in the likes of the Three Broomsticks,” Orion nearly scoffed at the question, looking quite bored with the elder Malfoy. “There’s no need to suffocate the children for the entirety of the weekend.”
The call had been sudden. A long break with fellow Healers had left Andromeda in a cheerful mood, full of dinner and dessert. It had been a quiet night at St. Mungo’s and she was ready to return home for a much needed night’s sleep. But the alarms began to blare, and a blue, glowing dove flew into the room, informing them of a current attack at Hogwarts. Thoughts of sleep forgotten, Andromeda and several other Healers apparated to Hogsmeade where the streets were crowded with worried locals. Feeling a tug on her sleeve, Andromeda barely turned to see a face before looking back at the castle. “Have they said if anyone’s been hurt?”
Gathering with those who were prepared to attack the castle, Christopher looked down at his phone again. They’d set an exact time nearly a week ago, and he could only hope that at this point he could trust the younger boy to come through. His peers milled about, chatting absentmindedly as though their plans for the evening weren’t sinister and he couldn’t deny the tug of excitement he felt. Finally their plans were coming to fruition, finally they would not need to hide out and attack in the dead of night.
When he received the text from Regulus that the floo was opened, he motioned for the others to followed him. Stepping through first, he was greeted by the sight of the younger boy, his expression leaving much for interpretation. “You came through. Thank you.”
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“I require the presence of my children immediately. If you know where they are a suggest you run and find them and tell them. It does not do well to leave your father waiting.”
“You know. I’ve always missed the Great Hall. There’s something enchanting about the ceiling you kind of forget until you see it again, hmm?”
“Child,” Cornelia called out to the passing student. “It appears that all three of my grandchildren have gone missing this weekend. You haven’t seen any Talkalot’s or Vanity’s lurking about?”
“The Weird Sisters are here! I repeat -- The motherfucking Weird Sisters are here. In this vicinity. Breathing the same air as we poor mortals.”
"It's just so tense around here right now..."