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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Traitors in the Mist' / Saturday, 11th March 2006 / 4:13, 14-ish PM
Location: exiting Hogsmeade
Open To: noble!Hargy, maybe witnesses?
Currently Involving: panicked!Tatiana

((OOC note: I cut right to the actiony bit. Mind?))

The cashier handed Tati her purchase, and the girl headed for the exit. With a pink, beribboned shopping bag

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((OOC: You have no idea how stoked I am. And nerdy. :P))

Hargreaves Beckett's heart pounded in his chest as he darted through the streets of Hogsmeade, feeling an emotion he usually never felt. Worry. Anxiety. And. . .well, he wasn't exactly sure. Was it feeling protective of his cousin Tatiana when he realized she was most likely shopping?

Damned airhead, he seemed to repeat to himself. If only she wasn't so keen on clothes and shopping and Hogsmeade weekends, this wouldn't have happened. If she would have just stayed in the castle, if he could have told her, he wouldn't feel this sense of dread and panic. Hopefully she was safe, he kept telling himself; he was the son of a Death Eater, after all, and she was that Death Eater's niece

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((I LOVE THIS THREAD ALREADY.))

Merlin. Shopping would be the death of her.

Tatiana was reduced to tears on the spot, her feet rooted to the ground. Actually, it was the heels of her stilettoes that were rooted to the ground, but there wasn't time enough for her to dwell on the precision of that.

A series of disturbing thoughts and memories hit her in the face in the space of two seconds. Was this what those psychic freakos called 'near-death experiences'? Tati was actually beginning to regret some aspects of her life. For one, being an arse to her sister. Just because Adriana was a terrible person didn't mean Tati had to be, as well. For another, Tati regretted buying that skirt from last fall. It was horrendous. Brown herringbone? WHAT HAD SHE BEEN THINKING?

Odd that she might be cursed to death because she happened to be shopping at the wrong time. Maybe if she'd hurried earlier, she'd be back at the castle already? Damn. Damn it all to hell. ...Well, this was probably the first time Tati had cursed--even if it was in her head

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Hargreaves felt his stomach lurch as he was hit with a powerful blasting curse right in his chest. He yelped out in pain, feeling all the air soaring out of his lungs, falling down next to Tatiana. Catching his breath, he picked up his wand and looked over at Tatiana fearfully. Something told him Oh bollocks, it's not worth it, what do you care?

Some other side of him won out, though. If anyone, even a Death Eater, someone he was aspiring to become, was stupid enough to attack his cousin? Or most likely a more noble blood line than their own?

He had to defend her. (And him, also. Nobody was threatening anyone related to the Becketts.)

The man stepped closer, threateningly, pointing his wand right at both him and Tatiana. No, don't run, he'll kill you if you do, Hargreaves thought to himself. He carefully stepped up, grabbing onto her arm firmly, staring the Death Eater back in his face. Er, mask. Still fighting to catch his breath, he heard the man grumble something about names meaning nothing when it came to defending a mudblood

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It had not occurred to Tatiana that she wouldn't be worth saving. In fact, she was thinking quite the opposite. Generally her thoughts at the moment were something along the lines of 'aren't I too beautiful to die?' or something as shallow.

This was a Death Eater, Tati realised--Queen of Slow Reaction Time, she was. Even when the mask was a dead giveaway. When the man hissed something about her being a mudblood, Tati shook her head wildly, her hair getting into her eyes. Uncharacteristically, she didn't reach up to fix it. Desperate situations called for disregard, after all.

"Oh no," she said meekly, from behind Hargreaves, "We're not mu--" and narrowly missed being hit by another jet of light. She let out a strangled scream and stumbled back on the cobbled path, silently cursing the whole situation.

Her cousin's touch was oddly comforting. She faintly remembered home and her father, who was never with her, exactly, but always seemed to be. As a child, she adored being in her father's presence because he was so solid and safe.