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Rejuvenated RPG NPC Journal (rejuvi_npc) wrote in rejuvenated,
@ 2008-04-13 01:47:00

WHO : Everyone (OPEN).
WHAT : An attack.
WHERE : Ministry of Magic.
WHEN : Early morning April 12th.
STATUS : Thread/Incomplete.
RATING : R for Violence and language.

Knockturn Alley was at the top of everyone's mind that morning. No one really knew why though. The attacks on the small, cobblestone street was days ago, and while yes, people had been injured, some fatally so, it still wasn't as prevalent as if it had happened elsewhere. Knockturn Alley was infamous for its dodgy sort of people. No one could deny that.

Kingsley Shacklebolt had different ideas. It was an random act, it seemed, yes. But at the same time, it seemed so planned out, so specific, right down to the last magically infused and enhanced bullet. A common criminal wouldn't have the capacity or the money to produce such objects in such bulk. Maybe one or two here and there, but never a whole mob of people.

Lounge areas all over the Ministry in every department were filled with gabbing witches and wizards, all eager to leave the monotony of work for the diversity of a good bit of early morning gossip, the best kind, if you asked anyone. It was fresh and right off the presses, like a newspaper and coffee. It was better than the Prophet. It was free and interactive.

The lounging, however, was suddenly interrupted by a very peculiar loud sound, one that many inside of the Ministry had never heard before. Soon, there were shrieks though, cries of pain and anguish and surprise. The Ministry erupted with hostile activity.

And several dark figures silently moved about the crowd with metallic objects and lead ammo with one purpose in mind: to hurt those who considered themselves superior to all others.

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delumination
2008-04-13 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Ron had never been one to delve very deep into the rumour mill that was the Ministry of Magic. He preferred to just stay in his little cubicle and work on his parchments, or to be out in the field investigating some issue of some sort. It was never Ron's intention to be caught up in the hustle and bustle of the early morning chatterbox lounge.

However, he couldn't fight off the ever powerful effects of sleep so early in the morning. It wasn't his fault that Rosie liked to sleep during the day and have regular shout fests at night. Last night was his turn to attempt to calm the girl down, and he'd even fallen asleep attempting to do just that, which was why he headed down to the lounge area for a cup of coffee. He hate coffee really, but he needed to at least be somewhat awake for work, right?

Ron hadn't even taken a sip of his coffee when the ruckus broke out. The shouting bit was what really got to him, and his first thought was immediately about Hermione. Something was happening. He didn't know what, but something was happening, and he needed to get Hermione safe.

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luna_llena
2008-04-16 09:55 pm UTC (link)

Mr. Drury had decided this morning that he, Genevive and Luna needed to speak to the head of the Magical Creatures Department of the Ministry. Something about the conservation of a rare animal. Luna was examining her surroundings wide-eyed, while Genvive (not Gen, Vive, or Genny) seemed edgy. Perhaps she disliked the animal Mr. Drury was trying to save? She did have the odd habit of taking an instant disliking to one particular species of animal.

When their wands were inspected, and their visitor badges firmly attached to their robes, the Editor led the way towards the lifts. The appointment he had made was in fifteen minutes, so they would have to hurry to make it. That seemed to happen a lot, appointments made by Quibbler employees being shifted around at the last minute. It was almost as if they did not want to meet with them. Hmm.

Blue eyes settled on one of the figures stepping out of the fireplaces in the main atrium, her mouth turning up in happiness. Rolf! That was when everything became chaos with strange loud noises and people screaming and running. She lost sight of Rolf in the mass of people, and when she turned to find her companions, she could not.

A loud miniature boom sounded and a tearing pain tore through her shoulder. With a gasp, she crumpled against a nearby wall, pulling her legs up to her chest to avoid the stampeding crowd around her.

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rolfscamander
2008-04-17 03:49 am UTC (link)

It was as if his heart had been dying to see her for days now and was making sure to look for just her with each sweeping glance he took. Whether it be in Diagon Alley, or outside his office, or now, in the Ministry of Magic. To his heart's delight his eyes caught sight of a golden mane and set of wide blue eyes. His heart skipped a beat, even. Rolf's smile was instantaneous, but then, so was his furrowed brow. What was going on?

The world of joy he was taking in was melting away around him as cloaked figures went brushing past him. Some didn't notice him, that was until he took off for a grand run toward his fallen girl. She disappeared from his sight so quickly that Rolf feared the very worst, that she was apparated away by a fiend of some sort! In reality, the girl had slumped against a wall behind her and Rolf saw that as the crowd scattered about him.

He was nearly there when suddenly there was a painful sensation ripping through his leg! He hardly gave his leg a glance and despite the terrible ache he ran on until he was skidded down beside Luna. "We've got to get out of here, darling." He pulled his wand from his pocket and slipped an arm about her waist. "Hold tight."

With a loud POP and a painful pulling sensation on his whole body, Rolf apparated with Luna to the first place he could think of: his home. They appeared within his bedroom, sitting on the carpet by his bed. "Luna? Are you all right??"

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