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| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
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| Alphonse de Pointe du Lac | Jan 8 2012, 09:32:27 PM Post #1 |
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It was as if he was experiencing the state of conscious existence for the first time. He didn't even realize who he was at first, or even that he was a 'he'. Alphonse--for that was his name--simply floated in a hazy state of being. He didn't even realize it was dark, for he had no concept of light and darkness. The darkness was all he knew. The nothing he saw before him seemed the only thing that ever existed--it appeared to part of whatever his existence was. Slowly, he became aware of his body in the space. It was cold, though he had no words to describe it. He felt something hard and uncomfortable under him, pressing against his skin. The concept of "hard", "cold", and "skin" seem to spark into existence as he himself had. As he lay in the darkness--for he was now aware that he was lying on something--he tried to collect his thoughts--for he was now aware of a separation between what he thought and what he was experiencing. ((OOC: The only thing anyone posting in Azkaban--aurors or KoW) need to really know before RPing is that, if you weren't aware, there are no longer Dementors in Azkaban, so the MLE have been using a mind-numbing drug to subdue prisoners. The drug may be more terrible than dementors, because at least the dementors leave your identity in tact when they're sucking the happiness out of you. This drug doesn't even allow you the solace of your own self identity. It does wear off if it isn't administered daily. Alphonse hasn't been fed the drug in many days, and so is starting to come to for the interrogation. Other KoW members could also be awaiting interrogation, and, thus, are in the process of "waking up" as well.)) Edited by Alphonse de Pointe du Lac, Jan 8 2012, 09:41:38 PM.
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| Evangeline Davidson | Jan 9 2012, 03:13:28 PM Post #2 |
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Walking through the hallways of Azkaban, Evangeline still could not believe what she'd been picked for. Yes, this 1-year-in-the-field auror was interrogating Alphonse de Point de Lac (not that he knew who he was anymore). She honestly couldn't decide if she was being rewarded or punished, really. Even though the dementors were gone, Azkaban was still plenty disturbing. Maybe it was something in the air, but just being there made the hair on the back of her necks rise and gave her goosebumps. The prisoners reminded her of zombies, and she was not looking forward to interrogating one. "Here we are," announced one of the two guards who had guided her through the prison. "Remove him from his cell and follow me to the interrogation room," Evangeline ordered, eyeing the prisoner carefully. He was, after all, a member of the organization which had brought down the Ministry itself, and even when drugged, considered a danger. Once they reached the room, the guards made sure to bind him to the chair. Luckily, the drug made the prisoners like putty and their minds like mush. She wasn't sure how much she'd be able to get out of him in this state, but under the drug's influence she could ask him anything. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she took the seat across from him. "Do you know where you are?" she asked, to test his responsiveness. |
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| Alphonse de Pointe du Lac | Jan 10 2012, 03:28:24 AM Post #3 |
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"I...am...I am..." Alphonse's vision swam. He was starting to get a grasp on the concept of being, so place couldn't be too far behind. As his vision cleared, so did his mind. He saw before his eyes the first woman--the first clean, conscious and reasonably attractive woman--he'd seen in...he didn't know how long. The time frame was still a bit hazy. "I am in heaven," he said, drowsily, "And there is an angel standing over me. She's here to help me forget about the pain of living for a while. How do you want to take me, love?" Alphonse was hardly delirious. It was all coming back to him, including his snark. |
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| Evangeline Davidson | Jan 10 2012, 05:47:40 PM Post #4 |
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Evangeline sighed at Alphonse's response to her question. She wasn't sure if it should concern her or not, honestly. The first part seemed like something someone who was drugged would say, but...that last bit had a little personality in it. Logically she knew there was no reason she should worry -- after all, why should she suspect the guards hadn't been doing their jobs? Every prisoner had the drug administered daily. It was how things were done, and for good reason. You're being paranoid, one half of her said. You're a fucking auror, the other half insister. You're supposed to be paranoid. She concluded it was better to be safe than sorry. "If this is heaven and I'm an angel," she began, pointedly ignoring the sexual invitation. "Then you should have no problem reminiscing with me about the Knights of Walpurgis," Evangeline was really great at following instructions. In fact, she was superb at it. Give her a nice, detailed set of guidelines and she could follow them to a T. Naturally then, she was not so good at improvisation. Her worst nightmare was getting a vague assignment -- which is exactly what was happening to her right now. Go interrogate him, her superiors had ordered. Get us some information. What was she supposed to take from that? What type of questions was she supposed to be asking? What kind of information did they want to know? Vague orders were sadly part of the territory being a promising, but still lowly ranked and fresh-faced worker bee in the MLE. "We could start with what their plans are now that the ministry is effectively gone," she suggested carefully. "Or why you joined them in the first place." "Just between you and me," Evangeline said softly, leaning a little closer. |
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| Alphonse de Pointe du Lac | Jan 11 2012, 09:58:19 PM Post #5 |
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"I can tell you about why I joined the Knights of Walpurgis," said Alphonse, "In fact, that's a story that I've been wanting to tell for a long time." Alphonse gave a drowsy smirk. "But before I do," he said, his smile devilish, even as he was still slightly under the effects of the drug, "I was wondering: If we're not going to shag, then why am I naked?" The drug may still have been addling his senses somewhat, but nothing could dull that devilish spark in his blue eyes. Alphonse knew, of course, that stripping prisoners of their clothes was meant to shame them and weaken their confidence as they deal with fully-clothed interrogators. But the MLE should have known better when dealing with Alphonse: Being naked didn't phase him at all, especially in the presence of a lovely young woman. Still, he supposed, it was probably better that they sent her. Alphonse would have made the same advances to a man, if only to piss him off, which might have resulted in a man losing his cool over having his sexuality threatened. This had already happened once, so Alphonse figured that the MLE was getting a little smarter. A little. ((OOC: I should point out that Alphonse is not yet aware that his face has been disfigured. It happened during another interrogation attempt, which he only vaguely remembers. Use that information how you will.)) |
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| Evangeline Davidson | Jan 14 2012, 12:05:41 AM Post #6 |
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Of course no one bothered to mention to Evangeline that Alphonse was quite the flirt. She was a patient woman, but she really did wish he would stop making these advances. Each time she tried to get him to say something of substance he had to counter it with innuendo and a smirk. Yes, she decided, this was the type of man who would have driven her crazy if this were, well, real life, she supposed. "Maybe I like you better this way," she countered, cocking her head to the side and giving him a smile of her own. Most prisoners would probably not be so...shameless about being naked. This man, however, seemed to be the exception. Even under the influence of the mind-numbing drug, he seemed to almost enjoy it. "If you really want to tell the story so badly, tell it," Evangeline said, hoping to finally get him talking. "If you do, I might be kind enough to reward you." She figured now might not be the best time to inform this probably vain man that his face was disfigured. His file had indicated it happened during a previous interrogation and since he was put on the mind-numbing drug shortly afterwards, he was never made aware. At that point in time, Evangeline wasn't quite sure how to use it, but Alphonse seemed the man who valued his looks, so she figured (hoped?) it would come in handy later...that is, if she ever got him to do something other than hit on her. |
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| Alphonse de Pointe du Lac | Jan 16 2012, 05:24:38 PM Post #7 |
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Alphonse took in her scent as she pretended to flirt back. He wasn't sure if his interrogator was aware of just how lucid Alphonse was right now. He figured it would be best to keep her in the dark. "Okay, love," he said, "For you." Alphonse took a breath, and cleared his throat in a manner that was meant to be dramatic. "I was born to a prominent family with a long pureblood lineage," he began, "But you know this. The Pointe du Lacs have one of the most well-documented histories in the wizarding world. So well documented, in fact, that their centuries-long involvement with the French royal crown, and all of its wars waged in Europe, the Mid-East, and Americas, had to be painstakingly erased from muggle records by the Ministry of Magic when the family officially went into hiding in the nineteenth century, long after the International Statue of Secrecy had been signed and most other wizarding families had disappeared from the muggle world. "In my family and all French noble wizarding families, we have what is called the Golden Book. The name of every member of these families are written down when they are born. Names can be written into the Golden Book, but this usually requires that favors are to be done for other families, or gold is to be exchanged, and, so, no one ever really marries outside of that tight-knit group of pureblood families. "In order to stay in the Golden Book and keep your inheritance, you had to serve the ruling power in times of war. Later, as wartime became a less common pastime and wizards became estranged from the workings of the muggle world, the criteria was expanded to the realm of public service. Some of us became aurors, others, politicians. "The Book is magic. You cannot go against the laws written in it, or it will know, and it will immediately strike your name from its pages. You are born into contract with it, and if you break that contract, you are written out of everything you were entitled to. "And so, little Alphonse was groomed from the start for public service. He enjoyed the promise of power, the belief that he would inherit the power to make change in the world. But some things happened to take the shine off that apple: "First, his mother died. She was a pureblooded witch from another family named in the Golden Book, and she was the last of her family line. All over France, empty pages of the Book were unwritten on, and would remain. I am all that is left of her line, and all that is left of mine. "My younger brother is no brother to me. My father's next wife was pregnant when she was married. My step mother is barely older than I am, pregnant at sixteen by who-knows--probably some mudblood, after all, why wouldn't Angeline Black simply marry the dashing young pureblood who'd knocked her up? But that's neither here nor there. Angeline was bought into the Golden Book, and Ian was lied about, for he was never my father's son. "The brat was afforded all the favor a second-born would be allowed. He would receive no inheritance, but would live in comfort as long as I, the head of the household, allowed it. That would not have been a problem. I was content to wait until I could simply kick him out. He was at my mercy, after all. "The second thing was a minior incident at my first Ministry position. I was young and still expecting to change the world for the better. Sure, I hated mudbloods, but I wasn't exactly sure they should be exterminated. After all, the my family had once valued muggle servants greatly. Just because they were lower than us, doesn't mean they deserved to die. They could still be useful. "But that was beside the point. I was idealistic, and I didn't like the treatment wizards often gave to magical creatures. My family valued its house elves more so than many. Some of ours were even educated and capable of performing more skillful tasks. We accepted the idea that they were to serve us, we did not, however, believe they were filth or trash. The rest of the wizarding world did not afford magical creatures the same respect. So, I chose the Department of Magical Creatures, hoping to put myself in a position to effect some change. "I should have known it would not be as easy as ordering my servants around. "During the Leprechaun incident of...two-thousand six, I think it was? I was working with some other low-level employee, a hack named...McIntire...yes. McIntire bungled the whole thing. We had to exterminate the lot of them, though I got him back when he tried to pin it on me. Anyone remember that wild leprechaun incident where a few of the buggers somehow ended up in several offices? Anyone? Well, that was me. "Anyhow, I started to become disillusioned. I didn't understand how this was public service. It was inefficient, and the people with ideas, people like me, were often silenced by the dull, vapid peons who had nothing but opinions and complaints. Nothing ever really changed. It was maddening. It took the shine off the apple of life for me, but he brought it back. "Azariah Amaranth. Did you know he worked for the Ministry not too terribly long ago? That he was right under your noses, and that you should have known because he'd caused problems for you centuries before? You people don't catch much, hence my aformentioned disillusionment. "He had started his career as a freedom fighter, a man dedicated to helping the disadvantaged, and bringing about the change that the troglodite power-holders had long held back. He was punished greatly for his good deeds. They did something terrible to him. They emptied him. It wasn't like when a dementor sucks out your soul--no. They took something much more precious than even that. The Ministry created its own worst enemy, you know. Such is the fate of all tyrants. "Amaranth has so far done everything he promised. He destroyed the Ministry, and he has begun to bring about change. He's bringing the people to his side, did you know that? Everything you do goes according to his plans. All of your superfluous wand-waving, as well as your pretentious," Alphonse chuckled, "dick waving has only proven his case to the masses." Alphonse paused. His jovial expression fading into a stone-cold serious, yet ponderous expression. He seemed to be gazing out into the shadows in a corner of the room, staring at the black abyss before him--as if it were staring back. "I have seen things," he said, "It wasn't just the bumbling idiots at the Ministry. When I infiltrated the centuar Bannishtar's mind, I was looking for the location of a simple pawn--but I found so much more. The centaurs are seers, and unlike our own, they have control over their visions. They recognize consciously patters in life and in events that we only know in our dreams. To explore the mind of a centuar is to pierce the veil of what we think is 'reality', and to see the true underpinnings of the world. For one glorious moment as I molested the mind of that centuar, I understood everything. I saw for the first time the leaning tower of culture that humans have struggled to construct. That tower, more a scaffold of rotting wood, built with meager knowledge and pitiful tools, will fall in a great landslide that you," Alphonse looked up, as if coming out of his daydream, and locked eyes with Evangeline, "a my lovely angel, have helped to get rolling." Alphonse smirked. "Tell me," he asked, an triumphant glint in his eyes, "How does it feel to be the cause of your own destruction? How does it feel to realize that you are truly on your own? You used to laugh at all the bums and clowns and those who haunted the shadows in the recesses of the world and in your mind, didn't you? But now, you've got only the choice to join them, or die, my angel--my Donna Angelica. My savior." And with that, Alphonse laughed. His peals of laughter escaped him in low bursts that rose steadily higher until they were frantic, psychopathic cries. He doubled over with the weight of them. |
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| Evangeline Davidson | Jan 16 2012, 10:14:42 PM Post #8 |
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If Evangeline had ever seen movies where the bad guy blurts out his life story and then his evil plan, she would be reminded of them in this instant. However, as a pure-blooded witch, she didn't very well now what a film even was. She was, however, certain that Alphonse de Pointe Du Lac was clearly out of his mind. It was clear he held a lot of animosity for many people and she was not sure he'd ever really wanted to help anyone, much less the wizarding world. Even though she felt that way, she couldn't help but feel dread pull at her heart as he described what the organization she worked for had done, that working in the system was useless. Evangeline had convinced herself when the ministry fell and the MLE rose that working for them was the right thing to do. When things got tough, she told herself that tough decisions were necessary and there was no such thing as a perfect world. She told herself that in the end, it would be worth it. His words implied she'd convinced herself to fight for the wrong side. Clear your head, Davidson, she thought, taking a moment to breathe deeply while Alphonse was distracted reveling in his own life story. Of course he thinks Amaranth has the right idea. Of course he's convincing. That moment was all she needed to collect herself and suddenly she was the level-headed Evangeline Davidson she'd always been. This man was indeed out of his mind, both because he was a criminal and because he was drugged. But she couldn't pretend that when he looked at her with his half-crazed eyes, speaking about how he'd apparently seen the future, he scared her. He honestly frightened her as he rambled on about how she was supposed to be his salvation or die. She was very careful not to show it physically -- she was good at that, always had been -- but she did check to make sure the guards were still confidently standing at the door, which they were. She was also acutely aware of her own wand tucked safely into the leg of her boot. Was she willing to die for her job if it came down to it? No. But there was no way she could turn her back on it for anything, especially something that wasn't in any way preferable except that it would keep her alive. "I hate to break it to you," Evangeline said. "But I'm nobody's salvation, so I wouldn't get your hopes up," His laughter rang in her ears and grated on her nerves. It only proved to her that he was insane, with or without a drug. It only made her more wary of him; as he doubled over, she watched him carefully. Although his story told her a lot about why he chose and that the Knights were clearly seductive about their cause, it said nothing good enough to report to her superiors. But the detail of his story and how easily he seemed to tell it once again brought up worry about how drugged he really was at the moment, so she wasn't sure she would get much else and decided to let him lead the interrogation, since that seemed to work better anyway. |
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| Alphonse de Pointe du Lac | Jan 17 2012, 12:42:49 AM Post #9 |
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"Oh, but you have been," said Alphonse, in between peals of laughter as he crouched on the floor. "Don't you people know when you're being" Alphonse looked up at her, his eyes having changed colors from their normal ice blue to a deep, dark brown, "stalled?" Alphonse raised his hand and reached out in front of him. Behind, Davidson, one of her guards appeared to be in a state of growing discomfort. It started slowly: He licked his lips and moved his tongue around in his mouth as if he were experiencing a rather strong case of dry mouth. Then, all of the sudden, the man's breathing became labored and raspy, like the wind over a pile of dried leaves. The man opened his mouth as if to scream, but only another dry rasp escape. His skin shriveled up, wrinkling and shrinking about his face. Above him, a small orb of something transparent, yet reflective grew in midair. It grew in grew as his skin shriveled and shrank, tightening into something leathery around his bones. This man was somewhat obese, his fat, too shriveling, no, sizzling away audibly inside him as the orb above him grew and grew. His eyeballs, no longer covered by his shrunken eyelids, seemed to boil and then shrink into two small blackened husks which fell to the floor. His tongue and gums had already disappeared completely. Finally, the withered husk of the man fell over, looking as though it had been mummified and left buried in the desert for thousands of years. Above him, the glass-like orb floated, the body of it clearly being fluid. "He was fat one," said Alphonse, standing up, "Lot's of water-weight. Lucky for me, I suppose." Alphonse looked to Evangeline and her remaining guard. "Here," said Alphonse, "Catch." With a swing of his hand, Alphonse willed the orb to lose its shape, rushing towards Davidson and her guard. like a floating wild stream. He made sure that the force of the water would be concentrated on their wand hands. It was like those body and mind exercises he did for fitness and calmness. One visualized a space and molded it, only, in this case, one could actually mold a piece of reality with their will. So this was elementium. Edited by Ian de Pointe du Lac, Jan 17 2012, 03:44:04 AM.
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| Evangeline Davidson | Jan 17 2012, 04:24:04 PM Post #10 |
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Well, shit. These two words were the only two intelligent ones Evangeline could string together as she watched with horror the scene before. Alphonse reached out towards one of the guards and began...well, it looked like he was literally sucking the very life from him. She stood in shock, and the other guard pulled out his wand and ran to her side, but before they could do much more it was over. Their colleague's dried corpse slumped to the ground. In one swift movement, Evangeline reached down and pulled her wand out of it's place and cast a spell to shield herself from the stream of water Alphonse sent rushing towards them. The hasty shield did a fair job at deflecting the brunt of it, but did not manage to keep her untouched by the water. She had gotten wet -- sweet Merlin, this is disgusting -- but was still on her feet and able to wield a wand. The other guard had not been so lucky. She noticed he was no longer beside her and looked back to see he'd been knocked over and must have become unconscious from hitting his head on the table or the chair. "Harrison?" She asked, hoping he actually wasn't unconscious, but when she gave him a kick to the side and didn't move, she could be sure he was out at least temporarly. Great. She was alone with a mad-man who had the power the suck all the water out of her body and she was unsure how to properly subdue him without getting himself killed. Inwardly, she was reeling from what she had seen and could barely believe it. She was angry, too. There were nothing in his file which could have prepared her for this. What kind of records were these people keeping, anyway? Apparently, they were so confident in their mind numbing drug that they didn't bother do any kind of real monitoring on prisoners. Additionally, any earlier doubts which asked what if he's right? were gone after his obvious display of cruelty. |
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| Alphonse de Pointe du Lac | Jan 17 2012, 11:07:18 PM Post #11 |
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Alphonse made a break for the wand lying on the floor--the one that had belonged to that dried husk which had once been an auror. He grabbed it, rolled to avoid any spell Davidson might cast at her, and stood. It was all a distraction, though, for at the same time the water that had splashed to the floor now rose to her ankles and wand arm, then suddenly froze with an echoing sound like a lock. "You won't be able to break that ice, Angel-love," said Alphonse, "Not without some clever thinking. I've no doubt you're capable, but by the time you manage, I'll be long gone." Alphonse smiled vindictively. Another one of his step-brother's tricks he'd picked up. The boy wasn't a complete moron, after all, it seemed. By stacking water molecules, Ian had learned to create his own form of ice which was stronger than normal, did not break easily, and would require much more heat than room temperature to even begin to melt. Alphonse moved steadily towards Evangeline, sizing her up. He loved this part of the game. Sadly, the game would have to be kept short, as he had work to do. The crown prince of mayhem tenderly placed his right hand on her cheek, and with the other he caressed her jawline lightly before increasing the pressure he put on her face with is hands. He kissed her forcibly on her lips, hungry, with passion, but of a twisted sort. He then pulled away. He laughed. It couldn't have been good for her. They hadn't let him brush his teeth all year. As he spoke to her, there was an lusty, cruel glint in his eye: "I think I'll spare your life, my angel," said Alphonse, "It's a pity I couldn't get you to join me. My wife and I would love to have you as a pet. Our last one broke." His cruel peals of laughter filled the chamber. "Oh well, perhaps next time. Please don't try and stop me. I could just as easily take what I want from you, but I won't, so don't make me change my mind." With his hands, Alphonse searched the woman's robes very thoroughly, until he found the keys. "Goodbye, my love," he said, unlocking the door, "I'm off to greener pastures." He was sure to kick the door open after slightly cracking it, so as to spook whomever was waiting behind it. Alphonse then jovially, and, nakedly stepped outside the doors of the chambers singing "O, Hogwarts, Hogwarst, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please!" as the sounds of spells being cast echoed down the halls, as did the death screams of many aurors. Alphonse was going to clear the lot of these bastards out, with the help of a few friends. This day had been picked months in advance. All over, Knights were coming out of their drug-induced comas in preparation for a mass interrogation. Kemp always did have a problem picking out the real threats to his safety, namely, spies--who had probably already eliminated the aurors on the lower floors. Edited by Alphonse de Pointe du Lac, Jan 17 2012, 11:10:11 PM.
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| Charlie Johnson | Jan 17 2012, 11:29:30 PM Post #12 |
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Charlie Johnson, who had just realized that his name was indeed Charlie Johnson, was just coming out of the fog of his mind when the doors to his cell creaked open. He looked up, not yet understanding what he was looking at. "Good morning," said Alphonse, "As you've been unjustly imprisoned, I've given you the chance to escape. No strings attached, I assure you--only, you'll have to pull your weight and help us fight our way out." Alphonse held out his hand, clutched inside his hand were four wands. "Take one," said Alphonse, "Their owners...won't be needing them." Charlie Johnson stared for a moment. The noise in the background, and the flashing of the lights were starting to reach him. He blinked. Once. Twice. He shook his head. After a moment, he understood: This was a jailbreak. He grabbed a wand. "Good," said Alphonse, "Ennervate." A warm glow radiated forth from the dried auror's wand, and real warmth fulled Charlie. Suddenly, he realized, he could stand up. "I don't know how much use I'll be," said Charlie. "Just try to stay alive," said Alphonse. Charlie paused. Alphonse signaled the direction they were to go in, but Charlie hesitated. "I know who you are," said the former daily prophet editor. "I'm sure you do," said Alphonse, "And I'm also sure that you're far too eager to get out of this rat hole to complain about who it was that helped you." Charlie stared at Alphonse, then, followed the dark wizard out. |
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