High Noon at the Ministry Corral

[ascendant_npc]

Who: NPC bad guys, and everyone participating in the attack
What: The time for action is nigh
Where: Ministry of Magic and various locations nearby
When: Friday, 5 May 2000 - 12:45pm
Status: Incomplete
As the clock ticked down, a pair of wizards leaned casually against a table, looking out a window at the spot where the Ministry of Magic laid

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[atouchofthyme]

She despised the Ministry, she truly did. For her it symbolized everything wrong with the Wizarding community; the protection toward Muggles and the lack of it toward Magical beings. For the most part Astoria had been fully capable and happy to avoid the building. She didn't work there, Daphne didn't work there, and she rarely if ever had to deal with the Ministry in regards to her own work. Despite her own luck, the witch for whom she was working, certainly didn't have the same sort of luxuries. Apparently, as part of her contract as an apprentice, Astoria was suddenly responsible for making sure the woman's business license was kept up to date, which ultimately meant that she was currently standing within the walls of the Ministry, on her way to file the horrendously long form and any other corresponding documents.

The tremors had been as unexpected as her own visit to the Ministry. For the briefest moment, everything seemed to have gone quiet before the nose suddenly increased. Explosions, panicked voices, and the crumbling of foundations. A loud crack beneath her feet startled her as the floor all but shifted. Being on the higher floors certainly was not the best place to be as the foundation began to give way.

A large tremor knocked her off balance and to the floor as it shook beneath her, leaving her to push herself backwards as far as she could. As certain structural points gave way in the ministry, the rest of the building began to crumble beneath the weight. The corridor in which she now sat was no different. As another explosion was set off, the ceiling began to cave in. Not knowing what else to do, Astoria quickly pressed herself against the wall, her arms protecting her head and face from as much of the debris as she could.

Despite her efforts, the weight of some of the pieces hit her rather hard and resulted in a sharp pain exploding up her arm. As things began to settle, she cradled her injured hand to her chest and tried not to breath in the dust that still lingered in the air. The entire hallway was blocked off, covered in debris and resting on a precarious structure. There was no possible way she was making it out of this on her own.