aberforth gawain werian michael dumbledore (goatwhisperer) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-08-29 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-aberforth dumbledore, x-arabella figg |
Who: Aberforth Dumbledore & Arabella Figg
What: Arabella needs calming from the fog and Aberforth comes to help
When: Saturday
Where: THE FOG
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
Ever since these elusive 'pranks' had begun, Aberforth had lived with a horrific sense of foreboding. He knew there were some who thought him foolish or paranoid, but he could not help it even after Arianna took the time to explain to him what was truly happening. This mysterious fog felt like the justification for every startled jump, every hesitant pause and wary step he took these last few days. Though Mr. MacMillan claimed it was due to the magic, Aberforth felt it all tied in somehow. He couldn't say how or why, he just felt it clicked. Perhaps it was a prank gone array or something else of the sort? Perhaps he was turning into a conspiracy theorist. He wasn't going to stand around and try to justify his feelings though, not when everything was so wrong and people were being sucked up into it with every passing moment. Arianna was safe, but what of their mother? He even worried after Albus, his damned brother who Aberforth still found himself caring for despite how much he hated him. Then there was Frankie, who he learned was already entrapped over the journals. And Arabella. Poor, dear Arabella.
Aberforth was already very fond of his new friend and while he had not intended to venture into the fog it was clear she needed some help. He couldn't just abandon her there. Who knows how long they could be trapped up there and he wasn't about to let her suffer through that alone. With that military training kicked in and he quickly set about field stripping supplies to last them for several days, sorting out food they would be able to eat upside down along with water bottles with built in straws. He was about to leave before hesitating at his door and turning back to grab a warm jacket he had bought earlier that week in case Arabella was cold. With that set he headed out to where she was, supplies secured and ready to face down the fog. It was eerily reminiscent of the war. Calm and quiet, as if his hearing had just gone out from a bomb blast though he had his balance about him and there was no ringing in his ears. Cracking his knuckles, he took a deep breath before stepping forward.