Who: Charlie and Lia and open to whoever wants to dig I guess What: Digging! Where: The Leaky Cauldron remains When: Backdated to a time that wasn't like a week later omg Rating: Desperate
Perhaps it was old magic inside the very fibre of the building that meant it was still smouldering slightly. Or perhaps it was just a hundred years of alcohol fumes! Either way, the scent of burning was still overwhelming as Charlie approached the ruins with his heart in his throat. He was trying not to run, trying not to look panicked. If he looked panicked, then there was a reason to panic, he thought. That was tiding him over.
No one knew where Bill was. Bill was missing and the Leaky Cauldron had all but collapsed. Nothing to worry about. His brother was probably just.. asleep somewhere... or passed out from exhaustion.
He started levitating bricks as carefully as he could, moving only a few at a time to stop the remaining walls and beams from collapsing further. "He's not here," He murmured to himself, trying to quiet that gnawing pain and fear swelling in his chest, "He's not here."