Oliver Duncan Wood (en_oliver) wrote in before_enigma, @ 2009-01-05 14:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 1998, character: alecto carrow, character: oliver wood |
when: January 5th 1998. Night.
who: Alecto Carrow, Oliver Wood, Thad Ubbly, some Snatchers and ten Muggleborns who are about to be smuggled out of the country
where: A field near the sea.
private/public: semi-private. Open to everyone who could reasonably be there. Ping if your character wants in :)
rating: It's war. It might get high.
summary: It was supposed to be a normal mission. Get the Muggleborns across the field to the coast where their French associates were to pick them up and get them into safety. Too bad they were ratted out and suddenly have to face not only the Snatchers but Alecto Carrow as well!
"Ve are ezpecting zee visiteurs then. Rainier out."
The display of the mobile phone blinked and Oliver gave the strange Muggle invention a look that betrayed his complete incomprehension of the technology. Thaddeus Ubbly, Oliver's paternal friend and fellow Quidditch player at Puddlemere United, readjusted the collar for his black turtleneck jumper and took the phone out of Oliver's hand, heaving a long-suffering sigh.
"One would think that after this time you'd learn how to handle one of there, Road." He whispered and Oliver rolled his eyes. He hated this. This game of hiding and dressing all in black and using the night as a cover for smuggling the Muggleborns out of the country. And Merlin knew, he hated those ridiculous codenames the Resistance seemed so fond of. He felt like he was trapped in a heap espionage novel, though he did understand the importance of keeping his identity a secret in order to protect not only himself, but also his family. It was that why the Scot had finally chosen the name 'Roadtrimmer' – after a broomstick, of course – which naturally had been shortened to 'Road', 'Roadie' and every conceivable variation thereof.
Thad caught Oliver's eyes as he shut off the mobile phone and handed it back. "And? What do our French associates say?"
Oliver nodded and looked back at the rag-tag group of Muggleborns plus families they managed to get together. They, too were clad in black with thick boots and jackets against the cold of the night. They didn't risk using magic lest they could leave a trace and seeing as the Floo-Network was in the hand of the new Ministry of Magic which was controlled by the Death Eaters. Broomsticks remained too dangerous, Apparating too insecure and Portkeys were too hard to come by, they didn't have any other choice but getting the people out the Muggle way. By sneaking them over the border at night.
Oliver nodded briskly. "We're good to go." He whispered and moved over to the group of ten, about four men, two women and four children between six and eleven in Oliver's estimation.
"All right." He addressed them quietly. "Remember, no noise. No rush and above all – no magic. They can trace it." He looked seriously at each one of them until they all nodded in understanding. "We cross this field and at the end of it, near that rock formation looking like a broomstick-" Oliver pointed into the distance at some rock only he recognized a broomstick in. "That's where a man called 'Rainier' takes over. He'll get you on a boat and to France. Once you're with him, you're safe. Got it?"
Everyone nodded, wide-eyed and terrified but – hopefully – reassured by Oliver's calm voice. It was nice to see that years of being Quidditch captain to the best – albeit the most insane – group of Quidditch players in Hogwarts finally paid off, he thought sarcastically and cleared his throat. "Let's go then. And no more talking until we reached the rocks."
He caught Thad's eye and nodded at his friend, a small, excited smile on his face. "Hop along, Rabbit." Oliver grinned and moved forward to scout out the whereabouts, never noticing Thad's frustrated sigh as they walked out onto the field – and into the dark, silent night.
Fog was weaving over from the sea not far away and each breath – each heartbeat – seemed to echo loudly in the profound silence. Oliver tensed up. The silence was too profound. There were no birds. No animals. No nothing but a sense of wrongness.
He turned to Thad, his heart beating rapidly. "Abort." Oliver whispered in a harsh voice. "We need tae get back!"
But it was already too late.