Who: Astoria Greengrass, Zacharias Smith, Clare Smith and OPEN
Where: wizarding London
When: April 11, after the wall goes down
What: A charm bomb, a device previously unknown to the wizarding world, goes off, trapping several people in a six-block radius in Mathwall. By locating five points of weakness, the Regulators bring the wall down. Zach and Clare start to leave but Obliviators attempt to intercept them for obvious reasons.
Rating: TBD, could go high for violence, etc.
Status: OPEN; in progress.
Zach's head felt as if it might drag his body down to ground if it kept walking, the anxious, throbbing pulsing of the veins in his temples so furious that he could almost hear it. Clare was holding on to one of his hands as he stumbled into the crowd, weaving through the frantic rush, afraid that they would somehow intrude on a reunion.
But everywhere he and Clare moved, it seemed, people were embracing, laughing, kissing, crying... The weight of the girl's sweaty fingers, sticky against his own, surprised him. This was the first time she'd reached for him, that they'd touched for more than a second. He wondered what she saw in those joyful families that they passed - he wondered if she longed for that. As he did. Then his knee began to buckle and he felt her hands try to press against his back, supporting him and he understood. Zach had taken injuries in the wall - charmed injuries that wouldn't heal and with all the deaths and chaos, he had chosen not to run to Goldstein.
Another hand - larger - clamped his shoulder and he heard Clare gasp as a broad-shouldered man stopped the both of them.
"Sir," the man said. "I'd like you to come with me." His fingers were twined around a wand as he stood there, the smile on his face deceptively comforting. Zach saw them in the distance - people being led to a small clearing, flashes of light telling the story of what was happening - or being erased. His fist clenched and he stepped back, covering Clare.
"No." Zach shook his head. "I don't fucking
think so."
"It's not a choice." A badge flashed, the glint of the Ministry insignia caught in the sun. "You and the girl, come along now." Eyes swept across them now, cold despite the warm brown of the iris. Zach took another step back, the pain lancing through his arm now with ferocity, almost gleeful. He could hear her breath behind him, quickening in fear, yet she didn't whimper.
"You don't fucking get it," he said, "I'm a goddamn wizard." His foot shuffled, then he stumbled, buckling under the weight of a sudden slam against the back of his knees. Another Obliviator grabbed him by the elbows and he kicked at him, snarling as his fist lashed out, then-
"Resisting Ministry interrogation'll get that little girl taken away from you for a long time." Zach pulled the fist back but barely, the anger coursing through his skin, hot and furious as his shoulder was clenched between a pair of hands that dragged him to his feet. His muscles tensed as he stared at the men surrounding him, wondering whether what they'd said was actually
true. Clare was rocking on her heel, her eyes wide and frightened as another Obliviator tried to take her hand. She spat at him, then struggled against the grip as his fingers wrapped around her elbow and yanked.