Who: Myrtle Mallory and Alastor Moody What: Accidentally getting separated from the group... and then saved. Where: somewhere in the city When: The second half of the day.
Myrtle woke from her nap to the sound of panic. Rain was coming from the gaping hole in the ceiling, and people were being shuffled about. She clung tightly to her blanket, clung to the corner she’d held herself up in. She couldn’t bring herself to ask what was happening, healers were ordering for things to be packed, people were focused and she’d heard the word ‘flood’ more than once in passing. Not everyone seemed panicked, but there was chaos as it looked like they were preparing to move some of those who had been terribly injured. In the crowd she tried to look for a familiar face, but found nothing. She wandered around slightly, looking when she finally found her cat peering curiously at a door that had been left open.
Myrtle called after Aslan, but he darted through before she could get to him. She cast one last look around for Mike or Draco, and instead gripped her wand tighter and charged after him, how far could the cat get anyway? The rain was pouring hard, and it was the last thing that this town needed. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, and Myrtle was just exhausted. Jasper and Lea and William were all sick, Romilda too. All of the people she cared about were falling ill and she’d been trying so hard to be logical, to take care of those who needed it, to be an adult when everyone needed her to, but all she felt like doing was sleeping and crying.
It took a few long moments, in the rain to find her cat. Myrtle hadn’t even realize how far she’d wandered in her thoughts, until she found him peeking out from under a building. She squatted in the mud, not wanting to go under the building just in case. Slowly, he came out again, and moved into her arms. “Good boy,” she cood softly, turning then to turn back to the Community Center.
She hadn’t seen the monster until it came from being one of the other buildings, and she found herself stumbling backwards out of fear. It saw her though, and moved quickly towards her with its gnarly blade until her back was pressed up against the collapsed remains of who-knows-what.
“Help!” Myrtle screeched, throwing a weak spell at the monster and watching it bounce off almost ineffectively. Myrtle Mallory was no fighter. She remembered though, the guy on the journal who said to send up a flare if they were in trouble, and so that’s what she’d done. “Help, someone help!” She screamed scuttling over some debri to get away.