Who: Anybody.
When: August 26, 1979-- from noon onwards.
Where: Anywhere.
Summary: For those of you who haven't participated in a Where Were You When before, the concept is, anyone can reply with their reaction to a particular event. Generally, it's been deaths. You simply write third person in reply to this post with your character's reaction to the event in question, or something to do with it, at any rate. This post is for both posts taking place during the fight at the Ministry, and for other posts relating to it -- people elsewhere, like in Diagon, where a panic broke out, or at their homes, hearing the news of the rioting. Whatever you want. If you want to reply, have at 'er.

Mozart didn't know how everything had escalated so quickly.

There had been the gasps when he'd been escorted in by what seemed like a group of real life superheroes, mostly legends in their own right, Dumbledore's hand firmly on one of his shoulders, Emmeline close to his other side, all these adults who knew and understood this so much more than he did. He wasn't sure what exactly he'd suspected when he'd gone with CJ to tell the Conclave, but it certainly hadn't been this. Suddenly, all the sad looks some of the adults had been giving him made way more sense than he'd ever have wanted them to.

He saw some of his relatives in the fray. Some on one side, some on the other. He wasn't sure when the Death Eaters had shown up in their robes, but he supposed that if they lost, the Ministry would be a real proper dictatorship from now on. After all, it couldn't go on pretending to be legit and anti-Voldemort now that the Death Eaters were fighting alongside its top Ministers, fighting to keep the Ministry afloat. There seemed to be far more people fighting on the other side than there were on his. He wasn't sure exactly what he should have been doing.

Dumbledore had said people his age could come and fight if they really wanted to, if they thought they could do it. The problem was, Mozart didn't want to. And he didn't think he could do it. At all. He'd been supposed to escape, with Emmeline if she'd been able to, or by himself. Emmeline had got caught in a duel with a mean-looking witch in green robes, and Mozart had meant to run to the Floo, but people had been Apparating everywhere and something in him had just snapped. He couldn't keep track of the thoughts racing through his head as he crouched underneath the table he'd ran to. There were people fighting everywhere. A lot of pieces of the wall had been blown off. There was a lot of yelling. He wasn't sure if the Floos were still open, or if Apparating was still a possibility. He didn't have the heart to try.

His blood ran cold -- he'd never thought it could really do it, but he felt it, all through his upper body and spreading -- as he looked into the wand of a hooded, masked Death Eater. All he could do as the Stunning Spell was cast was blink.

Who: A bunch of people!
Where: The Edelen Residence.
When: August 12, 1979.
Summary: Adonis made too much food, Venus invites people to eat the food. Thus a party is had.


There weren't very many people who handled situations quite like Adonis Edelen. He was a male. A heterosexual male, to make that clear. And yet, when he found himself overcome with one too many thoughts, he would make his way straight to the kitchen. He didn't bake cakes or cookies, oh no. Adonis cooked lasagnas and pastas and briskets. Real food. On this particular day, he had received news that the old lady who ran the florist shop in which he worked in was practically on her death bed. He had worked for the woman since he was 13, delivering flowers and moving up to arranging them. There was no news as to what the fate of the store was, and that worried Adonis. So he cooked lasagna. And made a lot of salad. And there were fresh dinner rolls.

Venus took one look at all the food in the kitchen, and without a word disappeared. Adonis could only assume she went to invite a few people over to eat the food. Adonis continued with his cooking, washing a few apples as he prepared to make a very tasty fruit salad. Yes, Adonis was a very heterosexual male, damnit.

Who: Dia Zappa and Stephen Bysshe
When: Saturday, July 7, 1979-- fairly late.
Where: Stephen's place
Summary: Dia knows she's stupid, now she apologizes. She hopes Stephen realizes that this is a VERY BIG STEP FOR HER. xD

Dia had spent a good part of her afternoon and evening working at the bar with noticeably less spunk than usual. There was no bar dancing, no drinks on the house, no Zeppelin. She was quite obviously very preoccupied. When she'd finally gotten to leave at about eleven she had made up her mind to talk to Stephen. She hadn't figured out when, exactly, she would do that, but the fact that Lo had gotten her to this point at all was a very big deal for Dia.

Normally, she had a tendency to brush it off when she messed up. Let it go. Get over it. Forget about any hurt she might have caused. Move on. It was selfish as hell, but it had worked fairly well before now. Granted, she also didn't always hang around the best group of people and that sort of betrayal was reciprocated regularly. But, Stephen, was a really good guy. He didn't deserve her bullshit and as hard as she'd tried to forget about it all, well, she couldn't. Though she refused to admit it, she was falling hard for him--even during this little period where they weren't speaking.

As this ran through her head while she headed out of the bar she realized she couldn't wait. Without a second thought, she Apparated to Stephen's, walked up to the door, and knocked. Only after this did she notice her hand shaking a bit.