There was no warning, no hint of what was going to happen the moment the clock struck midnight. All at once, everyone appeared standing, sitting or laying on the cobbles of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. All those that lived there unconnected to the spell was removed in the same instant. If you try to apparate away you will simply appear a few feet away within the alleys. If you look out of the door of The Leaky Cauldron you can see Charing Cross road, but attemping to walk through will result in you walking into a different random shop in Diagon or Knockturn Alley. Every other exit has apparently been blocked with an impassable, unbreakable brick wall. If you attempt to fly you will become disorientated and find yourself turned around heading back into the Alley. There is no way out...  » Please use this thread for all initial reaction RP (unless you feel you need your own, please tell the mods)! » Every character in the game has been transported to Diagon and Knockturn Alley in the middle of the night! They should all be there. » Your character can duck between threads if they're running around looking for answers. » This is a great time to use the Grab-Me Policy if you want to bump into someone randomly in the street. Please put a small OOC note in the title of your comment if grabbing someone! » There is strictly no communication with the outside world! » If you weren't wearing or holding something, it didn't come with you. |
He had dosed Daphne's evening tea with a sleeping potion strong enough to keep her comatose for any disruption. In the basement of the house Daphne hung delicately in the air, unconscious and unaware. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her arm to him. Slowly and deliberately, he had pressed the tip of his wand into the Dark Mark seared into Daphne's skin. It wasn't a general call. He had summoned one man to his side. Rodolphus Lestrange had appeared before him, wary and untrusting. It hadn't taken long to discover that Rodolphus' own ambitions had lead him to attempt to fill the gap his master had left in the wake of his death. Rodolphus had always aimed high, and now he had power so close he was loathed to return to his role of servant. Why should he? This half trace of his master was weak and small. It had no power in his voice, no height or aura of supremacy. This was an echo and nothing more. Rodolphus underestimated the spirit that inhabited Stephen's body and he paid dearly. He had bound him and devoured every memory from Rodolphus Lestrange's mind. He had gorged on images of Voldemort standing amid his followers, summoning thralls to his bidding and commanding a reign of terror. He swelled with every remembered image and sound. There was so much of him now, but it still wasn't enough. He was still weak; a sliver of himself. He needed more. And he needed to make sure there was no chance of his prey escaping him. He needed a trap. |
Discord has spread through the masses, and the time has come for the people to express their disapproval of the Ministry's most recent actions! Of course, a crowd of angry witches and wizards cannot be allowed to storm the Ministry and so all Floo entrances have been redirected to Diagon Alley. A small Auror presence has been put in place in order to keep the peace.  Disgruntled, the protesters take to the street to chant and demand the positive change they want to see. The cobbles are packed with people, some holding signs, others shooting sparks into the air or flying banners above the heads of those marching. The actual subject of the protest seems a little confused. Some are there specifically against the release of Lucius Malfoy, others against the Wizengamot and more against the DMLE. All that matters is that you get a chance to be heard. |
| This is a group thread. Participation does count towards activity. ~ Please keep all protest related threads contained to this thread. ~ Use subcomments as individual threads ~ It's very crowded, keep that in mind. People might overhear things you say even if they're not in the actual thread. ~ Tag yourself if you can. ~ Yes there is collateral damage. ~ Try not to get trampled! |
The Great Hall is still dressed in all the Christmas trimmings; great pine trees dressed with gold and silver decorations, floating candles dripping with sparkling icicles, holly and mistletoe atop beams and doorways. The enchanted ceiling shows a clear twinkling sky, stars scattered like diamonds above the room, and music fills the air with a beat so infectious it's hard not to want to dance.  The long house benches have been replaced with smaller, circular tables to make space for the dancefloor, and along one side of the hall is a grand buffet table piled high with nibbles and treats. In the center of the wall at the far end of the hall is a large clock face, slowly ticking its way up to midnight to herald in the new year... |
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