Melinda Bobbin (curapersonalis) wrote in pandorarpg, @ 2012-01-29 19:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, ^date: november 13 2003, character: ernie macmillan, character: melinda bobbin |
Who: Melinda and Ernie.
What: Death and destruction, not in that order.
When: Thursday, November 13, around 9:30 am.
Where: Bobbin's Botanicals, Hogsmeade.
Rating: PG-13? Dead bodies herein.
Melinda had been home in Edinburgh, visiting her mother on a rare day off, while all the commotion had been going on yesterday. It was only when her father came home from work unexpectedly that she learned about the supposed living inferi swarming the streets of wizarding London and Hogsmeade. Though she wanted to help in some way, wanted to know if the shops were safe, Melinda knew it would be foolhardy at best and dangerous at worst to go and check on them herself.
After a fitful night of sleep and no word from the clerk who had been filling in for Mr. Leon while he was on holiday, Melinda decided she needed to see for herself, needed to know if their Hogsmeade shop was all right at least. The Prophet said law enforcement had things under control for the most part, so it should be perfectly safe, she told herself as she got dressed. She just needed to know their very first shop, the one she loved the most, was intact.
Apparating before her parents could figure out her intention, Melinda arrived on the rain-drenched High Street. She was soaked in moments, having forgotten to cast and Impervius before leaving, but it was the last thing on her mind now. The High Street was eerily deserted and it wasn't just because of the inclement weather. A pall hung in the air as Melinda trudged the short way towards Bobbin's Botanicals, and she saw the wreckage of storefronts and homes as she went. Yet still she held out hope that somehow the shop had managed to be defended.
She believed until she saw it. The front window was completely shattered and the door was just gone; all that remained was a scrap of wood hanging from a hinge. Her stomach clenched and heart was in her throat as she forced herself to move closer to see inside. One glance and Melinda had to choke back a sob, a hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. The place was a completely wreck. Shattered glass, splintered wood, and spilled potions were everywhere. It would take weeks—no, months to repair and restock everything, but it was seeing their very first shop, the one she'd loved since she was a child, that broke her heart.
As she moved deeper into the ruined shop, picked her way carefully over the wreckage, something pale sticking out from some fallen shelves caught her eye. Melinda gasped when her mind processed what she was seeing. She hurried over to check on the women, one of whom she recognized as the clerk filling in for Mr. Leon and the other who was vaguely familiar. She hurried over, calling out to see if they were hurt. But as she got within a few feet of them, she realized something was terrible wrong. Both were far too still, too quiet, too pale. The one of the women stared at her with glassy, unblinking eyes and Melinda knew they were both beyond help.
Melinda wasn't quite sure how she made it back outside without falling or breaking an ankle. Not that she cared much about a twisted ankle when their were two dead woman inside her shop. The thought had her swaying so she had to brace herself against the building. Without warning, Melinda's stomach flipped unpleasantly and she retched into the muddy street, oblivious to the quiet noise behind her.