lupent (lupent) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-08-22 22:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: derek hale, character: stiles stilinski, thread: complete |
Who: Derek and Stiles
Where: Quidditch Cup
When: Saturday, August 22nd into Sunday, August 23rd - midnight
Warning: TBA/the attack begins
Status: Closed, incomplete
Derek normally didn't get too excited by anything, but the fact that the Cup had been so close had had even him on his feet, cheering. He was pretty sure he hugged the girl next to him when the snitch was caught, but he couldn't quite remember in the chaos that had descended.
Derek had waited until most of the others had filed out before trying to leave the stadium himself, since he wasn't the biggest fan of crowds. Especially not crowds of drunks. After he'd managed to escape the stadium at around ten thirty, he'd started fighting his way through the tent city. Several people tried to proposition him (some of them were his students, good god), more offered him food (which he took, if it smelled good - shame was for the weak and not-hungry), and many offered him alcohol (which he turned down since most of the kids offering didn't look like they were old enough to be drinking). Any students he recognized he nodded to, but otherwise didn't engage with them or anyone else. He just wanted to get home, and to bed.
God he was getting old.
He was almost at the limits of the party, and just past that the magical barrier beyond which he'd be able to apparate home, when he heard the distinct 'pop' of someone apparating in. Followed by another. And another, and another. Derek slowed himself to a halt, watching as figured cloaked in dark robes appeared out of the air, just beyond the barrier. There was a chill pulsing through him, his heart beating far too fast; these people smelled wrong. They smelled...wrong.
One turned around, perhaps hearing his quickened breathing, and the moon reflecting off the grotesque mask they were wearing made his breath stop entirely. He'd only seen those masks in textbooks, heard about them in his parents' stories, but he recognized them easily enough.
Death Eaters.
Here.
"Shit."
Derek turned around and ran back into the crowds, shouting for people to run, or hide, or...or something, he didn't know how to deal with this, he didn't know what to do. Many of the partiers were underage, might not have their wands on them or know what to do with them in this situation and - god this was bad.
He saw someone run by, young enough to be one of the kids at Hogwarts, and he had a moment to realize that this kid could be dead soon, if the Death Eaters were intending to do harm (which, of course they were, why else would they be there). On impulse, he reached out to grab their arm and dragged them into an alley between tents, shielding them from the main pathway with his body. "Get behind me," he said, pulling out his wand, and turned to look at who it was. He almost groaned.
Stilinski. Of course. "Just keep quiet for once in your life and watch my back."