#nox.event023

[dptms]

SCRIMGEOUR LIVES & ISSUES STATEMENT TO CONCERNED SUPPORTERS & VALENTINE’S EVE ATTACKERS ! 

speaking  from  the  front  steps  of  st  mungo’s  hospital,  the  ministerial  hopeful  widely  rumored  to  have  been  tragically  KILLED  in  the  attack  upon  her  home  late  last  night  had  this  to  say  to  gathered  reporters  :

   “  first  and  foremost,  i  ask  for  your  forgiveness  and  understanding  for  my  brief  silence.  last  night’s  attack  at  a  dinner  party  i  hosted  forced  me  to  take  pause  &  evaluate  my  campaign.  we  lost  several  dear  staffers  and  supporters,  and  we  hold  their  loved  ones  close  to  our  hearts  as  they  navigate  this  UNBEARABLE  tragedy.  for  those  who  are  now  on  the  mend  from  their  injuries,  we  admire  your  ongoing  strength  and  wish  you  all  the  best.  i  thank  the  magnificent  healers  of  st  mungo’s,  who  never  cease  to  amaze  me  with  their  courage  &  quick  response.  no  words  can  do  my  gratitude  justice,  however  i  will  be  donating  a  signficant  portion  of  my  recent  campaign  funds  to  the  hospital.  i  look  forward  to  collaborating  with  their  board  on  future  initiatives  to  promote  safety,  health  and  above  all  equitable  care  in  our  community.  

   i  cannot  lie  to  you  all  :  at  the  time  of  the  attack,  i  was  frightened.  the  fear  was  qucikly  followed  by  worry  &  sorrow.  a  cycle  of  emotions  we  are  all  too familiar  with.  for  countless  years,  we  have  been  forced  to  live  with  dark  clouds  looming  over  us,  dimming  the  brightest  of  our  days.  cowards,  who  attack  during  periods  of  peace  and  celebrations.  BIGOTS,  who  target  school  children  -  the  most  innocent  of  our  community.  they  are  the  lowest  of  the  low,  and  they  simply  must  go.  i  feel  the  sorrow  &  the  worry  still.  but  more  than  that,  i  am  angry.  i  am  angry  at  the  men  before  me  who  let  fear  decide  our  fates.  we  can  no  longer  play  nice  or  play  pretend  with  those  who  threaten  our  community.  anyone  who  threatens  our  democracy,  our  livelihood,  must  be  eradicated.  as  your  minister  of  magic,  i  promise  i  will  not  let  our  lives  be  ruled  by  a  reign  of  terror.  i  will  fight  back,  tooth  and  nail,  until  every  death  eater  sympathiser  is  stripped  of  their  power.  i  will  lock  them  up  and  toss  away  the  key.  and  TOGETHER,  we  will  build  a  future  of  clear  skies.  

   i  am  flavia  scrimgeour  and  i  am  proud  to  be  in  the  running  to  be  your  minister.  i  will  fight  for  you,  your  children,  and  your  children’s  children.  i  will  fight  to  put  an  end  to  this  cycle  of  war,  despire,  intolerance.  and  with  your  support,  i  will  WIN.  to  those  who  wish  me  dead  -  better  luck  next  time.  “

[petriichvrs]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   amortentia, diagon alley   ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:   @chacswins​​   !

“shot?” she’s usually more excited by the mere prospect, but she’d had to practically beg one of the amortentia bartenders to fill a small row of little glasses, and had only done THAT because she was bored. ginny could appreciate what they were doing here ( hand over heart, she understood it was easier get a handle on ONE situation by making sure nothing else broke out across the country ), but by now, she just wanted to go home. amortentia had been a bust, and after knocking back one of the bitter liquors she would never have ordinarily chosen and making a face at the way it hits the back of her throat, ginny explains, miserably, “i got cockblocked by the aurors.” 

[woesbegone]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   amortentia, diagon alley   !

“adora ? adora !” she’s just one of many pushing their way through the amortentia crowds in search of someone else, a growing note of desperation to every fresh shout of her siblings name. they were the only one missing from the quick count she had done after the harsh flourescent lights had thrown on, the only one she hadn’t found in the midst of the crowds that had come to a befuddled standstill or hiding out in the corner of one of the mirrored rooms - they were also the only one that luca felt overly justified in her worry about, these days, and though she’s aware they’re an adult and sure they couldn’t have gotten into too much trouble in a locked down building, logical thoughts cannot ease her panic. at the bottom of a flight of stairs she almost runs straight into a fellow patron, now as good a time as any for the escalation of her search. “have you seen my sister ? she looks like me, but she’s way shorter - she was wearing a  looks a lot like me, but she’s way shorter - she was wearing a yellow sweater, i told her it wasn’t right for the club, but she liked it - i can’t find her.” 

[petriichvrs]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   amortentia, diagon alley   ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:   @dolors​   !

"did  you  hear  what  the  aurors  are  saying  ?”  in  a  move  she  might’ve  learned  from  niko  karkaroff  himself,  ginny  materialises  at  percy’s  side  as  if  from  nowhere,  keeping  her  voice  at  a  low  whisper.  she  doesn’t  see  any  need  to  make  a  scene  of  their  reunion  -  she  had  caught  a  glimpse  of  his  familiar  mop  of  weasley  hair  as  she  had  taken  the  stairs  up  to  the  bathrooms  two  at  a  time  and  figured  he  wouldn’t  have  had  time  to  leave  the  building  before  the  aurors  had  locked  the  place  down.  she’s  more  interested  in  sharing  the  news,  no  matter  how  bitter  it  tastes  on  her  tongue,  “flavia  scrimgeour  is  dead.  her  campaign  dinner  was  attacked  -  that’s  why  they’re  shutting  the  building  down."

[noxtms]

[ "YOU CHARMED THE HEART OUT OF ME” BY THE LATE CELESTINA WARBECK IS CUT OFF BY THE BLARING OF THE BREAKING NEWS THEME. ANDY SMUDGLEY BEGINS TO SPEAK AS THE MUSIC TAPERS OFF. HE SOUNDS TENSE, ON EDGE ] 

A. SMUDGLEY : WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST TO BRING YOU BREAKING NEWS... at least three are dead and more injured at what was meant to be a routine campaign dinner for ministerial candidate flavia scrimgeour ! our political correspondent, kit gerrard, is on the scene now - 

[ KRRZZT — THE SOUND OF THE RADIO CRACKLING ] 

A. SMUDGLEY : kit, what can you tell us about what’s happening ? 

[ KIT GERRARD IS HEARD, HER VOICE WAVERING, MUTED. A CROWD IS HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND — PANICKED, LOUD, DISORGANISED ] 

K. GERRARD : the situation here is chaos, even as campaign officials and aurors struggle to lock down the building. i’m huddled under a table with several guests awaiting further instruction from the auror department. it’s hard to know what happened — ... cloaks and masks... - curses flying everywhere for an eternity - it looked like a dozen people had been hit —  

[ ANOTHER CRACKLE, LONGER — KRZZZZTTTT ]

K. GERRARD : flavia scrimgeour  — ... dead —

A. SMUDGLEY : kit, are you saying that flavia scrimgeour has been killed ? 

K. GERRARD : i think so — i think —   

[ ONE FINAL CRACKLE — KRZZT — BEFORE THE LINE GOES DEAD. A BEAT OF SILENCE BEFORE OUR FIRST BROADCASTER SPEAKS AGAIN, PANIC LEAKING INTO HIS VOICE FOR THE FIRST TIME THAT NIGHT ] 

A. SMUDGLEY : kit ? kit, can you hear me ? 

[ A SILENCE OF AROUND TEN SECONDS, THE ONLY SOUND THE QUICK BREATHS OF THE BROADCASTER AND THE STATIC OF THE RADIO ] 

A. SMUDGLEY : we’re going to try and get kit back on the line, but this is a developing story. please, stay tuned for updates — please, get somewhere safe —

[ KRZT — “YOU CHARMED THE HEART RIGHT OUT OF ME” BEGINS TO PLAY FROM WHERE IT LEFT OFF —  🎵 YOU MAY NOT HAVE PLAYED FAIR, BUT FRANKLY I DON'T CARE... 'CAUSE WITHOUT YOU I DESPAIR, LOST IN MISERY... OH, BABE, YOU CHARMED THE HEART RIGHT OUT OF 🎵 — ]

OUT OF CHARACTER :

just after nine pm on the 14th of february, 2022, the wizarding wireless network ( often abbreviated to just the wwn ) made the above emergency announcement. the only people who really heard the original broadcast - and not the tape that’ll be entered into the ministry archives in the not so distant future - were the ones who stayed home to celebrate valentine’s day instead of heading out to one of the many events running across the country. tired parents unwinding after finally getting their kids to sleep / ministry officials only now getting in the door after a painfully long day / older lovers who didn’t need the excitement of amortentia ( or the cosiness of the three broomsticks ) when they had the dulcet tones of celestina warbeck and a candlelit kitchen to slow dance across, instead. it was a mod podge of magical folk if eevr there was one, but the fear was all the same. 

it was only five minutes later when teams of aurors began to arrive at the doors of the more publiscised valentine’s events. the overheard lights were thrown on at amortentia and guests of the flint / parkinson engagement party were coralled back into the ballroom with minimal explanation as to why outside of, ‘lockdown, effective immediately.’ the process of placing protective wards around the buildings was a slow one started immediately, and the aurors were given strict instructions that they were intent on following - no one was allowed in, and no one was allowed out. with the situation at flavia scrimgeour’s home deemed dire, there was no way of knowing how much danger was posed to everyone else. 

this is a DEVELOPING SITUATION, which means that the only information available to characters right now is the broadcast that the wider wix world has heard in full, but that many of them may not have. that’s not to say you can’t run wild with it, though - you have a full week to enjoy the lockdown portion of this event ( which may involve a few updates along the way... ), and people talk. doing our first plot drop of 2022 this way was intentional : in life, things happen outside of our lives all the time, and drama spreads like wildfire. what you guys choose to do with that is up to you ! 

if you have ANY questions or concerns, as always, you are welcome to shoot them my way ! 

[ggoyle]

LOCATION: amortentia, diagon alley ! STATUS: closed for @endeavorisms​​

Uninterested in rehashing old times at school, Greg made his appearance at the engagement party, took advantage of the open bar as much as he could, and promptly left without a proper goodbye, instead excusing himself to the toilets and finding himself out. It’s not like he could pretend to be happy for Flint or Pansy when they were making the biggest mistakes of their lives. Or was he jealous? Greg mulls the thought over a drink at one of the bars in Amortentia, chin resting in one of his palms while he cradled a drink in the other. For Salazar’s sake, he should’ve just went to the Poison Apple, the slew of red hearts and valentine festivities making him gag. He’s just about to get up and leave, but freezes at the sight of Otto. “Wouldn’t have expected to see you here,” Confusion is written on his face and he tries to keep himself from slurring as he approaches, “You didn’t sign up for that blind date shit, did you?” He’s not trying to scold her, but it sounds like it. Maybe he was jealous. Not that he would ever admit it anyway. “Y’know that kinda stuff never works out, right?”

[chacswins]

“All I’m saying is that only virgins use a love potion.” Absolutely nobody asked, yet it didn’t occur to Alexander that others might not feel the same. Normally, he hates being so open and loud in public - but a stay at the bar made his mind forget that personality trait. “If you can’t get anyone on your own and you have to use a potion, it’s pathetic.”

@wandmaking​ / for anyone!​

[ourcboros]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   amortentia, diagon alley   ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:   @ofmccnlight​   !

for  a  moment,  they  are  a  deer  caught  in  headlights.  the  door  to  the  bathroom  pushes  open  and  nazli  freezes,  the  flame  of  their  muggle  lighter  flickering  just  inches  away  from  the  tip  of  their  joint.  they’d  done  their  best  to  choose  the  space  with  the  least  amount  of  traffic  to  hide  away  in  &  are  briefly  fearful  of  being  caught  in  4k  before  the  other  pushes  all  the  way  inside  and  they  breathe  a  sigh  of  genuine  relief.  hiding  away  in  one  of  the  many  empty  cubicles  would  have  helped  them  avoid  all  this,  but  nazli  is  most  comfortable  when  they’re  perched  on  the  corner  of  a  marble  countertop,  and  luna  isn’t  anything  for  them  to  fear.  “you  have  impeccable  timing,  lovegood.  anyone  ever  told  you  that  ?”