Plagued Logs

WHO: Neville & OPEN
WHAT: Trying to solve the food crisis
WHEN: Before the veil thingy appears, evening
WHERE: The new Diagon Alley 'garden'

We're neither pure nor wise nor good
We'll do the best we know
We'll build our house, and chop our wood
And make our garden ( grow )

Who: Bill Weasley [!grab-me] and open!
What: Help!
Where: The roof of Gringotts
When: Thursday night same time as this
Rating: Deadly

( Look! A distraction! )

Stephen approached the gateway with the silver dagger in his hand. The stone arch towered above him, and he could hear the hushed voices calling to him from beyond the veil. No, not him. They were calling to Voldemort - or whatever remained of Voldemort inside him, twisted into him. "I am the true master of death!" he called as the mist from the gate swept around him. Finally he would be reborn as Voldemort. "You're planning on making your whole evil ruler speech to yourself, Stephen?" Michael asked, as casually as though he'd walked in on Stephen talking to himself in the mirror. "You have no cronies? No followers? Not even some snivelling, fearful weaklings hanging on your every word?" He crossed his arms over his chest and looked with some curiosity at the veil and the gate. "Are you sure your plan will work, Ste?" ( I need to say goodbye to my friend )

Tags: !plot, 1999 december, michael corner, stephen cornfoot

The moment Stephen Cornfoot stepped through the stone arch and accepted death, the spell holding Diagon Alley inside it's own world vanished. All at once Ministry workers and family members began to apparate in, flooding the street in crowds and chaos. Many stood back in confused horror at the open, misty gateway in the middle of the alley. The arch was simultaneously inviting and terrifying...