sirenshowl (sirenshowl) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-08-26 00:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: harry donovan, character: russell wallace, thread: complete |
Who: Harry Donovan and Russell
Where: The remains of Tent City and onto Harry's house
When: August 23rd, afternoon/evening (backdated), after this thread.
Warnings: Mentions of violence/destruction, TBA
Status: Private / Incomplete
Harry locked up her house checked the wards and protective spells placed on it, and, satisfied, apparated to the World Cup site. She was expecting to see the worst, but upon arriving was still blown away.
The bodies of the dead had been cleared away and the injured had been moved already, but the destruction of it was still shocking. She walked through the main thoroughfare almost in shock, mute and wide-eyed. She had seen some things in her time as an auror, and she thought she'd had a decent understanding of people and why they did things, but she couldn't think of any reason for this. Why people would do this, would either impersonate the Death Eaters or come out and start the destruction again. Why this happened at all, and why another generation was suffering through it.
She stopped and stared at one tent, half collapsed on itself, the singed, ragged edges of the flaps swaying in the breeze, and after a moment's hesitation ducked inside. It was a mess, things flung everywhere, left behind in the chaos of trying to escape the attack. But there was one bunk made up with almost reverent care. Its occupant was a bear, worn with love and with balding patches, one eye missing and replaced with a button - the kind of toy someone receives as a small child and treasures. The quilt was pulled up to its little chin and tucked in neatly around it.
Harry didn't understand why, exactly, that affected her so much, but she could only imagine the child who was missing that bear and wasn't sure if it would ever be returned. Who thought it might be lost in the destruction. The child who, themselves, might have been lost. She sat down on the bed and turned the quilt down, gently picking up the bear and staring into its mismatched eyes.
She didn't realize she was crying until someone else entered the tent, and she quickly wiped her eyes.