davies; ROGER (rgrd) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-10-31 17:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: daphne greengrass, character: roger davies |
31 October 2002, 6:35 PM
who ? daphne greengrass and roger davies
when ? half-six on monday evening, 31st october
where ? daphne's flat
what ? death eater ghosts and avoiding them
status ? complete
Throughout most of the month, Roger hadn't really paid any attention to the ghosts. He was aware they were there but after the first week when it had been a bit startling to see on his walk home, or grocery shopping run or when going jogging, after that he'd almost gotten used to it. They hadn't harmed anyone as far as Roger had heard, so it really wasn't particularly important. Monday evening, though, come six pm, the ghosts didn't appear. Instead, people appeared. It wasn't particularly hard to tell that they were dressed like Death Eaters, even if Roger only really knew the outfits from descriptions and pictures. The people who were older, though, on the streets, clearly recognised what the figures were.
Panic, it seemed, or at least a low-key panic, rippled through Diagon Alley but it didn't take people long to establish that the Death Eaters weren't actually able to cast spells or touch anyone. It was somewhat helpful even if establishing what the fuck they were doing there clearly was yet to happen. There were more Aurors on the streets, Roger was sure, but you couldn't really arrest ghostly figures, no matter how real they seemed.
Roger's plan, which he had felt was quite confident, had been to just go home and stay there. He had not experienced any of the ghostly apparations at home so presumably that would be fine. Except when he did get home, Roger was faced with his father. It took Roger a moment to realise that this wasn't the real Maximilian Davies Sr. But he certainly sounded real.
"Okay, I'm not doing this," Roger decided loudly and turned around to leave the house. His father - fake or otherwise - didn't seem to follow him, at least right now, but that didn't make Roger any clearer on what or why was going on and where he should go next. Max, it seemed, was the most logical option but--well, Roger wasn't sure what use that would be as his brother would just probably awkwardly offer him tea, because that was the socially acceptable thing to do. Arran, Roger also thought off, glancing over at his friend's house. But the lights were off so he might not have been home. In the end, Roger decided that where he'd much rather go was Daphne's. And if a part of that was to make sure she was okay, well so be it.
It took Roger slightly longer to get to Daphne's, despite the fact that it was literally two doors down, because he had to avoid the people on the street (both real and otherwise). He'd just managed to avoid a spell someone hand sent hurling towards and then through the apparations. "Fuck," Roger muttered making it into the block of flats. This was not going well. Whatever this was. Getting to Daphne's flat, Roger knocked against the door, wondering if Daphne's sister was home. When the door opened and Daphne stood there, a sigh of relief escaped Roger as he gave her a small smile. "Hey," Roger offered.