Who: Gideon Prewett and OPEN
What: New arrivals
Where: Top deck
When: Sunday Morning


Gideon wasn’t sure how they had wound up in this position. Death Eaters must have gotten word of the Orders plans. He and his brother were surrounded now, five of them, two down and the remaining three were raggedy. But so where they. They had been hit with spells that Gideon couldn’t even remember, blood was soaking through his shirt, a few ribs on the left side of his body had been broken he could tell, various cuts, bruises and other injuries leaked blood. Fabian wasn’t in much better shape. He grabbed Fabians arm to apparate them both (Fabian likely wouldn’t willingly retreat), but as he did so a blasting hex caught his wand, splintering the wood. Great, now he had no wand.

He heard Fabian say something, and sometimes he wished that Fabian would just keep his mouth shut. It was no sooner than he thought this did he see the green light come out of one of the Death Eaters wand. He tried to yank Fabian away from the spell with the arm he was still grasping but it was too late, his brother went limp and hit the ground. All three wands were now trained on the wandless Gideon and he closed his eyes knowing what would come next.

He stood like that for moments and when nothing happened, he opened his eyes again. He was not in the abandoned alley anymore. He was not surrounded by Death Eaters. His brothers body was no long lying next to him. He glanced around, no one was around, but he was on a …. A boat? It didn’t make any sense, how he had gotten there. Why wasn’t he dead? He fell to his knees overcome by all different emotions, confusion, grief, guilty relief. He noticed that his cuts and injuries had healed, but the tell-tale blood remained dried to his skin and sticky on his shirt. His once broken wand was in his back pocket, intact. He leaned back against the boats railing and let out a loud sob.