RP: Corrie and Lorcan Date: September 2, mid-afternoon Characters: Corrie and Lorcan Location: Min Private/Public: Private Rating: PG Summary: Corrie spazzes out about the antimagic. Lorcan tries to reason with her.
Corrie had been fluctuating wildly between unease and outright alarm ever since the antimagic swept through her flat. Getting out of the affected zone had helped lessen her discomfort at first, especially once she and Lorcan made it to Min and were sure she was all right. But after a failed attempt at an all-night watch, and even more, since realizing that the antimagic wasn't wearing off, she'd spent her time at her parents' home near Inverness, obsessively calling friends around Britain to see how far it had traveled. And finally, it happened - she heard from one friend and then another that it had crossed the border, all the way through Northumberland and Cumbria. It was in Scotland.
She was up and through the floo almost as soon as she heard, and once she touched hearth in Hogsmeade she was running, pushing through the lunchtime crowd at the Three Broomsticks and out the door, around the corner, down the road, stitch in her side and heart in her mouth as she rushed to Min and Lorcan. For once she didn't bother being gentle with her erstwhile house, pounding up the stairs and hammering on the door. As soon as she had a gasp of breath to spare, she drew it and called out, "Lorcan! Lorcan, it's coming! It's in Wigtown! Lorcan!"