Miles Stebbins (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} soddinghell) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} all_roads,@ 2008-03-05 22:21:00 |
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Rescue mission; various [MS, EM, HJ, DA, HA]
WHO: Miles, Ernie, Hestia, Dominic, Hannah, various Aurors and Death Eaters
WHERE: Cornwall, Ministry, TBD
WHEN: Monday, 10 January, 2000; early morning
SUMMARY: The raid of the Death Eater's hideout in Cornwall and the secretly-planned, soon to be not, rescue of Hestia Jones. COMPLETED THREAD.
RATING: Hard R
"Fucking ground is fucking cold," Miles groused in an undertone where he lay, belly-down, under a line of trees not far from the hideout. Warming charms couldn't compete with lying in the snow, at least not the ones Miles could do without a noticeable flicker of light. Bloody weather. Fucking Death Eater scum.
"What are they waiting for? No one's moved in an hour. Let's get in there, take the bastards out and set up shop to catch more!"
On edge lately because Ernie had been so, distant and quiet and complete unlike himself – damn it, it threw off their whole comedy routine, you know? – Miles wasn't taking waiting with any kind of patience at all. He wanted in there, he wanted Death Eaters captured, or if it came to it, dead and he wanted to pick off the rest as the arrived, completely unsuspecting for what lay waiting for them.
WHO: Miles, Ernie, Hestia, Dominic, Hannah, various Aurors and Death Eaters
WHERE: Cornwall, Ministry, TBD
WHEN: Monday, 10 January, 2000; early morning
SUMMARY: The raid of the Death Eater's hideout in Cornwall and the secretly-planned, soon to be not, rescue of Hestia Jones. COMPLETED THREAD.
RATING: Hard R
"Fucking ground is fucking cold," Miles groused in an undertone where he lay, belly-down, under a line of trees not far from the hideout. Warming charms couldn't compete with lying in the snow, at least not the ones Miles could do without a noticeable flicker of light. Bloody weather. Fucking Death Eater scum.
"What are they waiting for? No one's moved in an hour. Let's get in there, take the bastards out and set up shop to catch more!"
On edge lately because Ernie had been so, distant and quiet and complete unlike himself – damn it, it threw off their whole comedy routine, you know? – Miles wasn't taking waiting with any kind of patience at all. He wanted in there, he wanted Death Eaters captured, or if it came to it, dead and he wanted to pick off the rest as the arrived, completely unsuspecting for what lay waiting for them.