melinda harper is hiding (keladeine_) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-05-21 02:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | kingsley shacklebolt, melinda bobbin |
Who: Melinda Bobbin and Kingsley Shacklebolt
Where: the Ministry, then, randomly, Cardiff
When: late friday evening
What: Melinda takes a level in badass! Becomes a badass bookworm? ...Has an ever-so-brief moment of badass?
Notes: yeah we were prompted with this pairing like...what, a month ago? And we're doing it now. So...there.
Melinda was in a mostly-empty room, a large, open sort of place with low cubicles and a lot of desks. It was part of the DMLE, where all the hitwizards worked and were sent out from. Melinda was not part of the DMLE, but she was part of the department that had developed the charms that the DMLE used to stay in contact with the base. A few hitwizards had been badly injured recently because their calls for backup had not been received. It couldn't wait, but Zach and Gilbert, as far as Melinda knew, had other things to do tonight, so here she was. She had at least popped home long enough to get out of stuffy office clothes. She was sitting at a random desk with one of the bracelets involved with the charm and doing various tests to figure out what, exactly, the error was. She'd managed to get commands she sent the bracelet to show up on a piece of parchment, but not the actual screen it was meant to appear on.
She was twirling her new wand between her fingers and poring over a book on Protean charms, brow furrowed slightly. Her sleeves were pushed up to her elbows and her Mark showed, and a bit of bandage was poking out the top of her shirt where her shoulder was still wrapped up. The gash didn't look like it was healing, to her, which was making her nervous, but the Healers assured her it was. So absorbed was she in her book and her thoughts that it took her a moment to realize that her test parchment had words on it. She looked up at the room around herself, knowing full well she was alone. there were hitwizards in the building, but she happened to know they were a floor and several hallways away. Shit. She looked down at the parchment again, a name, coordinates, and "BACKUP REQUESTED" flashed at her, with a timestamp of almost a minute ago. Fuck.
More or less on a whim, Melinda stood, fixed those coordinates in her head, and Disapparated.
It was immediately clear what the situation was. She knew Kingsley Shacklebolt by sight, and that was him, sheltering behind a corner. Every time he tried to inch out, a hex flew at him from a small cluster of skinny-looking sneakthief types. Melinda stayed still, because they hadn't apparently noticed her yet, and looked them over. At least one of them looked no older than her. Not a matter of skill, just numbers. Well, Melinda had skill (she'd made herself useful Death Eater almost solely with her dueling skills) and four against two were odds she would totally take. She tugged her sleeves down to her wrists, covering her Mark, and raised her wand.
"STUPEFY! IMPEDIMENTA!" One fell and one froze, and the other two turned, looking for Melinda. She heard something wooden break behind her under a hex as she raced along a row of shops, hard to keep track of in the dark and hoping she'd given Kingsley time to get the other two.