Who: Open to All (Mainly Muggleborns and Purebloods) Where: Auction House (formerly Wembley Stadium) When: 19 January 2000 - 2pm Summary: MudbloodMuggleborn Slave Auction Rating: Currently PG-13 Status: In Progress
Wembley Stadium had once been home to some of the finest football games England had ever seen. It also hosted many a music event, as well as rugby, and many other nationally adored spectator events. Yet, none of those events could hold a candle to what England would be seeing this afternoon. No, this was something far different. This was something that had only existed prior to the United States' muggle Civil War and perhaps even in present-day in small, unheard of countries. It could only be a slave auction...of muggleborns, of course. This was most certainly not the first time London or even England had been graced with such an event, as the first ever auction of muggleborns had only occurred a year prior.
The stadium now held a ruggedness about it, the purebloods having gone mad and tearing down every bit of muggle memorabilia from every inch of the stadium. The walls had been replaced with stone walls, almost reminiscent of Ancient Greece's arenas, many of which held marks where a struggling muggleborn had been hexed. Banners of Lucius Malfoy had been hung all over with quotes of Pureblood pride on each one. Of course, Lucius was by no means the head of this establishment, London, or even Wizarding Britain. No, he was merely a figurehead, Lord Voldemort's puppet and as long as the Dark Lord spared his and his family's lives as well as feed his vanity, then Lucius would serve him well. Voldemort had kept himself behind the scenes, feeding off the power he ultimately held. Of course, he was present at each and every auction, adoring the way a muggleborn would scream or cry or how their dirty half-blooded friends would fight to save their friend. There had even been a Pureblood or two who would whine, obvious blood traitors whom Voldemort would make sure would pay their price in the end. He would always be seated within his own private booth, only his most esteemed and revered Death Eaters being allowed to sit with him.
And that was just where he was right now, as the Auctioneer had finally stepped out onto the large stage situated at the center of the stadium. "Ladies and Gentlemen! May I please welcome you to the 25th Annual Mudbl...Muggleborn Auctions!" The stadium was disgustingly packed as a number of purebloods stood up and applauded as if their lives depended on it (though, in a way it somewhat did). A small group toward the front fell upon each other, sobbing hysterically, a few purebloods bending down to scold them for their treachery. The Auctioneer ignored the cries and continued on. "Yes, yes! Today we have a lovely selection of mud...muggleborns to choose from! First off, may I present to you this lovely mud...muggleborn!"
A shout was heard from behind the Auctioneer as Alicia Spinnet walked out. Her hands were chained behind her back and upon her body was a white toga. Her hair seemed to have been forced back into a sloppy bun and her face looked worn and tired. She was, more than obviously, not walking voluntarily, as a larger and older man walked behind her, wand pointed right at her back. She had refused to move at first, standing firm in her spot behind the stage but out walked the man, instantly casting the cruciatus curse, which seemed to have no effect, and then finally casting imperius upon her. The auctioneer looked a bit worried at seeing that, knowing this was going to definitely be a hard sell. Then again, as he remembered the girl quite well, she was incredibly hard to sell...the very reason she was here now, nearly a year after she had initially registered.
He gulped and looked back to the audience, a forced bright smile upon her face. "Right...well, ladies and gentlemen, who will be the first to bid on this fairly young mud...muggleborn? We'll start the bidding at 150 Galleons! Any takers?" He looked about the stadium, hoping and praying someone would bid. If he didn't get this girl sold, it would be his own head on the line.