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Fred Weasley (magicprankster) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2015-02-17 12:55:00

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davina claire, fred weasley

WHO: Fred Weasley and Open
WHERE: The graveyard
WHEN: February 17th, morning
WHAT: He's not dead! Yay!
WARNINGS: None as yet
STATUS: Open

Fred was fighting for his life, and his brothers. But, confident in his and their abilities. He knew they had a good chance at surviving this battle, and getting out of all of this alive. They all had faith in Harry and his mission, whatever it was. And, he was glad Percy had come back, seen the light. While he'd never admitted it. He'd hated being estranged from his elder brother, hated him being on the Ministry's side in all of this. As the imperiused Minister for Magic, Pius Thicknesse approached. Fred heard something, he never thought he'd hear.

"You're joking, Perce! You actually are joking" He paused briefly, confused. "I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since you were –" Then something near them exploded....

..and he was in a graveyard. Which was bloody ridiculous. He didn't remember picking up a port key. Or apparating there. Or hell, anyone else apparating him there.

"OI! Whoever, or whatever you are. Send me back, now. This is bloody ridiculous." He shouted, wand still held out in a defensive position. Ready to continuing fighting whoever showed up.

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imnotamish
2015-02-17 01:25 pm UTC (link)

Davina jumped, looking around her at the sound of a shout. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end, every nerve in her body tingling, as she readied herself to act, to defend herself.

"Who's there?" she called, ashamed to hear that her voice sounded shaky - far from the strong, confident tone she had been aiming for. As much as she hated to admit it, she had been caught off guard. She had trusted Kol. She had actually trusted him. And now he'd done this - whatever this was. All she knew was that, the moment she'd started to kiss him back, the moment she'd let down her guard, she'd found herself here, completely vulnerable, completely alone.

Well, apart from whoever it was that had shouted, that was, although that knowledge wasn't a comfort to her.

"Show yourself," she demanded, glad to hear that she sounded vaguely more authoritative this time. "I am not afraid to defend myself if I have to..."

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