Mandy Brocklehurst (novus_mandy) wrote in novus_sceptrum, @ 2010-02-16 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | rating: pg, when: february 2000, where: private residence, who: mandy brocklehurst |
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst
Date: February 7th, 2000 (backdated)
Location: London
Rating: PG
Summary: Mandy isn't having fun.
Status: Complete
Mandy had, for the past weeks, become a very special guest of the Ministry of Magic. How anyone found out she doesn’t know, but her episode with the prophecy from beyond the veil got to someone, and in the middle of the night she was whisked away to a cell in the Ministry, where she was immediately told to repeat the message. They made the assumption the young girl was a Seer, when in actual fact she was just a very skilled and very accurate divinator.
She spent a week in the Ministry, being forced to read cards, chart the stars and contact the beyond for my clues and answers. Most of the time she came up short, too stressed to even probably feel the energies around her. The cards would come back with nonsense.
However, when given a bit of space to herself, she had come back with predictions that had come true; she had seen the death of a prominent Death Eater at the hands of two men, and had also saw the deaths of two enemies of the Ministry, which included the death of an unborn child.
Mandy was being mentally and physically exhausted, pumped for every bit of divinatory knowledge she could supply. By the end of week two, it was obvious the girl worked best when left alone, and after talk she was allowed to go home – as long as she was magically tethered so they could keep track of where Voldemort’s personal divinatory had gone.
She didn’t care. After two weeks in that place she was more than happy to curl up in her own bed, and she slept for what felt like an entire day straight. She knew she could be called upon at anytime, and her job now was to come up with at least one reading a day, to make sure she had a firm grip on the way the wheels of fate were turning; and she better bring them good news.
It was while in the middle of one of these meetings that the Daily Prophet arrived just like it did every morning; the owl swooped in through her partially open kitchen window, circled around and dropped it on her kitchen table. She didn’t pay it much mind for a good half an hour before she finally walked past it, opened it, and looked at the front page.
Her eyes widened, and the paper quickly fell from her hands as they flew to her mouth to smother a horrified gasp. Displayed proudly on the front page was the announcement of the death of the traitor Regulus Black, and his halfblood accomplice, Avatea Summers.
“Ava. No no no NO!” Mandy sobbed as she fell to her knees. Her eyes scanned the words of the article but didn’t really absorb, only processing snippets. ‘Wanted for crimes against the Ministry’, ‘neutralized quickly’, ‘no longer a threat’.
“The baby... the baby,” Mandy whispered, remembering her prediction. The death of two enemies, and an unborn child. Avatea and Regulus and their unborn child.
Mandy’s tears came without restraint, hands pressed to her eyes as she rocked back and forth on the tiled floor of her kitchen picturing smiling Avatea, and the last owls the pair had exchanged. Owls that had not ended on a pleasant note, owls that had potentially driven a tin wedge between the two friends. Mandy had always meant to owl her again, to apologise and wish her the best, but it was too late. She was gone, as was her lover and her baby, leaving Mandy truly, and completely, alone.