Dementors!

[augury_eddiecar]

Who: Eddie Carmichael; Remus Lupin and Aurors Jones, Tonks, Bole and MacLachlan (open to other Aurors).
What: Dementors work to kill a lot of Muggles, but why? A mystery begins.
When: Roughly 9:00pm; Saturday November 8th 1997.
Where: Just outside Diagon Alley, in Muggle London.
Status: Ongoing

With the rain letting up from earlier in the

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[agatha_bole]

Aggie giggled and tugged on her arm where it was linked through her father's as he escorted her down Diagon Alley. They'd had dinner after she had left work, and he had insisted upon taking her out for a nightcap at one of the higher-end establishments still open in wizard London. She'd allowed herself one martini before lifting her hand to stop the barman from refilling her drink, and had continued on with tea and water ever since. Luckily, her father had done almost the very same, and thus instead of having to drag his sorry arse back to Reading through a side-along Apparition, she merely walked with him for the pleasure of his company.

She had always been her father's girl at heart.

Her heart stilled, however, when she saw a distress signal light up in the distance. Well, she had to work eventually. "Daddy, go on home," she said, pulling her arm from his and reaching for her wand. "Something's about, and I need to find out what."

"No, it could be dangerous," he said, reaching for his own wand.

"Exactly," she argued, reaching out to still his hand. "I'm an Auror, this is what I do. If I don't think I can handle it alone, I'll call for Duncan for backup. Don't worry - I'll be fine."

He looked at her for several silent moments before finally nodding, and leaning forward, he quickly kissed her temple as if she were a small child, which she would always be to him. "All right. You go show them what a Bole can do, Punkin."

She waited until he had safely Apparated away before returning her eyes to the distress signal, and immediately started heading in that direction. As she exited Diagon Alley and made her way into Muggle London, she felt a strange sense of deja vu. And then it hit her... hadn't she been in this area just the other night? Eddie...

She began running down the street, her thoughts on an old friend possibly being in trouble, and she was so focused on her goal that it wasn't until she had nearly reached Eddie's building - from which she could see that it was indeed where the signal was coming from - that she realized just how cold she felt. Cold, despair, agony... For a moment, her mind filled with the cries of a small child who had been told her mother would never come home, and her eyes filled with tears at the memory.

She gasped as the cold grew sharper, and there, to her right, she could see a dark shape coming her way. Dementors. Her face twisted in determination as she pointed her wand its way, and gathering to her her best memories - from cuddling in her father's arms, to the day she had been told she had been granted permission to enter into the Auror program - she shot out a patronus to chase the being off. She watched as the light from her wand coalesced into a black mare that galloped between her and the Dementor before sending it sailing away.

But she still felt cold. There had to be more, and in such a Muggle area. Making a quick decision, she did two things at once - she lifted her wand to join her signal to the other one, adding in a special spark that would hopefully call to any nearby Aurors, and she pulled out her trusty pack of cherry-flavoured Drooble's, pulling out a stick.

[augury_duncan]

Every time Duncan attempted to settle in for an evening of Quidditch broadcasts, he was pulled away for one incident or another. Last evening, his downstairs neighbour, the elderly Mrs. Fraser, had started pounding on his front door in a panic, then practically dragged Duncan into her flat to deal with a sudden, problematic doxy infestation.

Now the silver lighter on the table was glowing a warm red. Well... this was an interruption of an entirely different nature and, in some way, he was rather glad of it. This meant work, something real to do.

About damn time.

He slid the lighter into the pocket of his robes, turned and Disapparated, appearing at....

The cold seized him almost instantly. The cold and the near overwhelming misery. The scene of a Dementor attack then. He gripped his wand, steeled his nerves, and forced the happiest thought available at that moment to the forefront of his mind.

And speaking of...

"Agatha?"

[agatha_bole]

"I'm right here," she said from behind him, her hands rubbing up and down her arms as if they could help alleviate some of the cold she felt from the Dementors' presence, which was far worse than any chill the wind could bring. "Bloody Dementors decided to venture out into Muggle London. I've only seen one, but I'm sure you can feel them around. Luckily someone on our side's seen them and sent off a little signal."

She pointed up in the sky where the sky shone with what to any Muggle's eye might be simple fireworks. "I added my bit to it, hoping for some reinforcements." The corner of her lips tilted up in a small smile, as if to say Thanks for responding so quickly, I'm glad you're here. "And if it was cast by who I think it was, then he'd ruddy well better still be alive, or else I'll kill him myself."