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Impetuous Mods ([info]impetuousmods) wrote in [info]impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-12-24 04:53:00

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Entry tags:event: gala

Who: Everyone at the Gala
What/Where: W.A.P. Attack on the Ministry Gala
When: Friday evening, around 11 p.m.



By eleven, anyone who was anyone had arrived at the gala, and the ballroom was filled to the brim with the witches and wizards of high society. The Minister had made his speech, all the anxieties of an attack had passed, seeing as the evening had gone by without incident. The older witches and wizards made their way towards the doors to head home for bed, while the younger set intended to celebrate well into the night.

And then, the unthinkable happened. All at once, an explosion sounded at the front of the ballroom, and then another, before the screams had even died down from the first. Then two more explosions sounded at the rear, effectively destroying any means of an easy exit. And then, as the dust from the rubble started to settle, figures appeared. They entered the ballroom through the rubble of the front doors, wearing black masks, and brandishing their wands. They started firing into the crowd, indiscriminately. Some merely sent stunning spells, toying with their victims. Others meant business, and issued Unforgiveables.

Bodies began piling up- some of them Aurors, some of them dear friends. Some partygoers chose to fight, others to flee- and some simply stood there and screamed.



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