Who: Devorah, Ginny, Cedric, Cherry, the Mother, Evelyn, various NPCs. What: Rescuing the Mother Where: the City Center When: Sunday night/Monday morning
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The barracks had been bad enough, trying to avoid the ears of so many highly trained killers. The staircase marginally easier, though Cedric had forgotten how quickly people came zipping down those things when no one was in their way. Except there were people in their way, they just couldn't see that. Sticking close to the wall helped in every instance except the mage who came barreling down, also thinking to avoid possible collisions by keeping to the wall. That would have been messy.
Crisis narrowly averted, though, Cedric hoped it would be the worst the three of them would face. Fat chance, obviously, but one could hope. Devorah paused now, at the top of the staircase, hand held out behind her to indicate for them to do the same. It was the quiver of anticipation before a Quidditch match, low in his stomache and electric, but with none of the joy.
He reached out for Ginny's hand, squeezed hard. He didn't want her to be here, but there had been no way of stopping her. The most he could hope for was that they could get in and out quickly, that no one had to die for this.
Crisis narrowly averted, though, Cedric hoped it would be the worst the three of them would face. Fat chance, obviously, but one could hope. Devorah paused now, at the top of the staircase, hand held out behind her to indicate for them to do the same. It was the quiver of anticipation before a Quidditch match, low in his stomache and electric, but with none of the joy.
He reached out for Ginny's hand, squeezed hard. He didn't want her to be here, but there had been no way of stopping her. The most he could hope for was that they could get in and out quickly, that no one had to die for this.
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