Bad Beasts Rising In Character

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[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(178, 34, 34)]Bad Beasts Rising will be split into chapters. Each chapter will have a clear goal, but other subplots may occur within the chapters. An overview of the main occurrences in each chapter shall be posted in the project so that if anyone has an extended break, they can be updated on the plot.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[COLOR= rgb(178, 34, 34)][SIZE= 14px]The dark wizards and the aurors will have different goals to reach by the end of the chapter. Whether they achieve said goals or not will decide the course of the RP.  In all posts please remember to put your character's current location, who they are with, and if they are an auror whether they are veteran or rookie somewhere in the posts. Don't forget to tag those who you are mentioning as this will be a fairly big group![/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[FONT= 'Courier New'][SIZE= 26px]STRANGE HAPPENINGS[/FONT][/SIZE]


[FONT= 'Courier New']Across all corners of the wizarding world, violent deaths of muggles have been on the increase and talk of an organisation called The New Hope Alliance has been on the rise.  The aurors of MACUSA and the Ministry of Magic have called upon the very best aurors and aurors in training to congregate and begin an investigation into the strange attacks and what caused them. [/FONT]


[FONT= 'Courier New']They will need to discover the cause of the attacks by finding various evidence clues at the scenes of the crimes. But first, the rookies must be assigned to a veteran for efficiency's sake.[/FONT]


[FONT= 'Courier New'][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]MISSION 1: Mauled Muggles in Paris[/COLOR][/FONT]


[FONT= 'Courier New']The Magical Union of France have come across several mauled corpses in the city of Paris with the same markings. The Beasts Division suggests werewolves. The aurors must track down said werewolves before the muggle community become too suspicious. Meanwhile The New Hope Alliance must cause as much havoc as possible wherever they can, recruiting young, powerful and impressionable wizards to their cause through the means of emotional manipulation.[/FONT]


[FONT= 'Courier New']AUROR OBJECTIVE: Find and detain THREE werewolves[/FONT]


[FONT= 'Courier New']DARK WIZARDS OBJECTIVE: Recruit Clarabeth Chevalier, location unknown.[/FONT]


[FONT= 'Courier New']LOCATIONS TO VISIT:[/FONT]


[FONT= 'Courier New']COMING SOON[/FONT]


[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)][FONT= 'Courier New']ALL AURORS WILL BEGIN THE RP CONGREGATING AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC WHERE THEY WILL BE ASSIGNED TO PARTNERS[/COLOR][/FONT]


[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)][FONT= 'Courier New']ALL NEW HOPERS WILL MEET AT THE MORNINGSTAR'S TOP SECRET HQ IN THE SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS, A LAVISH BUT DARK MANOR HOUSE.[/COLOR][/FONT]


@TheWeirdPhilosopher@crucialstar@Saru@ReverseWells@lottie@StarrySkyofLostSouls@Sunbather@Ritzy@mxlly@explosiveKitten

 

[ReverseTex]

Grant Fitzgerald- Veteran Paris France, to London-
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Today felt different. Maybe it was due to the gloomy wet skies over Paris, or maybe it was what he had planned for today. But either way, something felt off. Grant had woken up in the early morning hours, taken a hot shower, and got ready. He styled his hair as usual, and wore a freshly ironed dress shirt, and a black tie to accompany it. Over that he wore his favorite leather jacket, and a pair of slacks and dress shoes. 


Sighing, as he looked over the dampended skyline of Paris from his balcony, Grant took a drag from his cigarette.Today he was supposed to head to the Ministry, a place he dreaded, due to his dislike of the government. Glancing quickly at his watch, he noticed he needed to go. Taking a quick drag, before flicking the cigerette away, he made his way inside. Pulling out his wand, and giving it a simple flick, Grant disappeared. Arriving seconds later among the organized chaos of the Ministry of Magic, he made his way inside. 


-No Mentions-

 

[Ritzy]

                                                    Jack and Miles (Rookie and No-Maj)


Jack and his brother were arguing in Jack's house. Nothing new to that, the pair were always arguing about something. "It's Floo Powder. Just say where you want to go and it will take you there." Jack said for what seemed the hundredth time. "Why can't we just take a jet?" Miles argued, for the hundredth and first time. "One, this is quicker. Two, do you really think that you can go on a plane dressed like that?" Jack sighed. Miles was in his AAMCU camouflage pants and vest, a marksmen rifle case on his back and a .45 on his hip. The AAMCU or Advanced Anti-Magic Combat Uniform was a gesture of peace between the no-maj and the wizards of America. They had a smiple shield charm on them. Nothing really nasty would be stopped, but simple stuff would protect him. Miles was one of the first to obtain the uniform. It seemed fair, he was going on what amounted to  suicide mission, he might as well have the best gear.


Grumbling, Miles took a handful of the powder. "So I throw it down and say 'Ministry of Magic, England?" he said, eyeing the powder. "Yes." Jack said. "FIne, but if I lose an arm, I'm finding it and beating you to death with it." Miles grumbled. He went into the fireplace and threw down the powder. "Ministry of Magic, England!" He barked. Then craziness happened. He was twisted and turned in places he didn't even know he had and heard voices all along the way. He stepped out of green fire and walked into the hall. Jack was shortly behind him. "Are you ok?" Jack asked. "I feel like the morning after I pounded a fifth of Jim." Miles groaned, reaching up to his head. "It takes some getting used to." Jack said, reassuringly. "Not to me. I'm using that damned thing as little as possible." Miles grunted. 


They walked to the stairways and through the lobby. The fountain was pouring out. "Useless." Miles grunted. "It's to symbolize the unity of magical beings." Jack argued. "Is that why we're going on a werewolf hunt?" Miles retorted. Jack just simply stayed quiet. "So we wait until someone fetches us?" Miles said, taking a quarter and tossing it into the fountain. "I don't think you're supposed to do that." Jack murmured. Miles was already getting odd stares. "I need all the luck I can get." Miles shrugged. "Besides, I'm sure someone here will find it cool."

 

[Ritzy]

                                                                                                    The Morningstar


Sitting in the grand hall, Morningstar was chewing on apple slices. There was much work to be done. The Chosen were selected. The Soldiers were positioned, and the Spies were ready. The revolt was already starting. The attacks had gone as planned. Of course they had, even werewolves had brains. A cult member continued peeling apples as she stood next to him. The day was already starting out well. Plans were moving along well, the Cult was freshly indocrinated, Wuffles had made a lovely breakfast. He idly wondered where the others were. Not that he called a meeting or anything, just curiosity. Wuffles was probably enjoying himself in the dungeon. Morticia was probably bathing in blood. Where was Catronia though? He chewed an apple slice and sipped on a glass of wine. It was very well made. By purebloods of course. The Harrows in Nottingham ran a small vineyard. They made an excellent rose. He had matters to attend to and the others were falling behind. Not that he could blame his his Beloved and Dear Ones, they was probably off adventuring. 


What to do next though? The attacks were one thing. A start. The endgame was going to be long and difficult. He sighed and chewed another slice. "Is the apple unsatisfactory, Lord of Lords?" The Muggle said apprehensively. "No. It's fine." The Moringstar said with a steely gaze. Muggles, how useless. If the damn apple was not good would he be eating it? He sipped on his wine some more. He wanted another Chosen. Another who he could trust. Love was important after all. 

 

[PixieDust]

VETERAN AUROR
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LOCATION: Auror Office, Ministry of Magic || SCENARIO: Early Bird || WITH: N/A || MENTIONS: N/A


Today had simply been a normal morning for Saga. Although she knew that the Ministry of Magic could be having far more aurors present in the auror office than usual, as all of the aurors had been notified days in advance, she was all too aware of the mysterious muggle murders happening across the country and beyond. The Daily Prophet had been reporting them more and more frequently and had done so that morning just as usual. At present she had apparated into the grand foyer, striding past the Fountain of Magical Brethren and toward the office with a cup of coffee in one hand and a Daily Prophet rolled up under her other arm while she checked the time.


Not surprisingly, Saga was twenty-five minutes early for work and was one of the first in the office. With a discreet and sombre nod to Mr Potter, she took her seat and began to review all of the information she had gleaned from reading the muggle attack reports in the newspapers both muggle and magical. She sipped her coffee in silence, waiting for her fellow aurors and the foreign aurors from around the world to gather. 


Saga had heard that she may be partnered up with a more inexperienced auror in training from who knows where. It wasn't her idea of a fun time. She was bad enough at socialising without having to mentor a rookie. Nonetheless, with the exposure of the magical world a very real possibility, she understood that her department needed all the help they could get.

 

[The Silent Z]

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Zacharias Warbeck: Songbird 
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Glasgow Scotland, the air was rather crisp though it was morning and it always seemed at its most crisp in the early stages of the day. The sun was out though barely as clouds remained before the hot rays and shining morning light of the suns presence, the morning chill gracing his features and bringing on a cold that was felt through his bones as his leather jacket had yet been done up and the more common clothes of a wizard were worn under his jacket and in single layer beneath to go with his jeans and boots. It was a typical and more relaxed attire selection for Zacharias even when visiting his home country, though the reason why he was visiting his native home was yet to wander his mind and furthermore the timing was rather odd. He knew full well the dangers that exist these days and the pending call for his immediate return to the ministry at once before missing out on the details and large gathering of summits that was to happen today. Perhaps if he should have remained closer, but with the mere flick of his wand he could be there in seconds. Something was telling him to just pop in before it was too late and he put off visiting even longer, it wasn't like he was just visiting Hogwarts.... no, no something else brought him here and seemed to just be a quick scenery and gaze upon his native country or one of them atleast in way he was blessed with two  places of heritage to call his own and to run through his veins. 


After some time had passed and his visit satisfied enough, Zacharias took out his wand and concentrated on the exact place he wished to travel, picturing the ministry and offfice of Aurors rather clearly before giving his wand a motion and bringing about a contortion and distorting of his body before vanishing with a pop. Appearing just moments later in the ministry as he returned to form upon appearance and looked around at the place. The fountain, green fires of floo powder usuage by others who were coming to work and leaving by some. The many identifiers of the all too familiar workplace and location for the ministry of magic and all who worked inside the buildings. Looking around Zacharias had a look of blank emotion but hints of a focused man on his face. Truthfully he was a tad concerned with this mission for the Aurors, it would be easy enough he supposed but for him it was just a little different. He knew quite well of what werewolves were like and the best ways to find them without prior knowledge of them personally. Not all as it were would be like Fenrir greyback and possess obvious features at all times, no, some were like Remus Lupin the great wizard of past years who bore the curse yet still aided the order on not one but two occasions and in different generations despite his troubled nature of having to deal with a unwanted curse. 


But the mission needed to be done and the Aurors were those charged with the task. It still seemed like the odds were mounting against him from being discovered, if he couldn't find the foul beasts before nightfall and it happened to be full of moons....... topping that having to work with a partner now. Zacharias just hoped his wolfsbane that like always was concealed and mixed in with his flask of rum would work in full strength this night and many more...... that and they capture these beasts quickly. He had enough problems in normal circumstances and missions, cases and trails without werewolves and now partners to encounter and get used to on top of it all. 


Walking about the ministry with a thought of making a trip to his office and gather a few things crossed his mind. But instead he continued through the halls and made for the likely of places for gathering with the others. Maybe he could find a nice spot off in the corner in view of everyone and not so obviously seen? Hmm. It was thought he'd rather have his back to the wall with vantage point then without options of where to stand or sit during the meetings and coming announcement. 


Entering into the offices of Aurors with a passing look into his little area he called a office, Zacharias stood off in the corner and leaned against the wall with his shoulder. Taking a gander outside and thoughtful awareness of possibilities for tonight still looming, he took out his flask of rum and quickly took a drink. Getting his dose of wolfsbane and a nice presence of rum in one shot as he closed it back up and quickly tucked it away in his coat. No need to make his habit obvious and people curious of what was inside after all. 

 

[PixieDust]

ROOKIE AUROR
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LOCATION: Foyer, Ministry of Magic || SCENARIO: N/A || WITH: Jack and Miles @Ritzy || MENTIONS: N/A


Leandra had been in London for an entire day and although she knew her reasons for being there had nothing to do with leisure, she could not help being disappointed at the fact she had not had time to play tourist. Central London seemed like a more glamorous and antiquated version of her home in New York where she was currently training as an auror at the MACUSA. Besides, all those shopping opportunities on Oxford Street were incredibly hard to ignore. They reminded her of the old days when her finances did not always have to be used for 'practical' things. She knew her father would have been all too happy to buy her a few new outfits if it persuaded her to abandon her dangerous ambition of 'auroredom'.


Leandra had been informed of the secret visitors entrance into the Ministry of Magic and after having a polite chat with a handsome ministry worker (who had been thinking thoughts that almost made the poor girl blush) in the telephone box-come-elevator, she made her way into the vast hub of the building. Her eyes were wide as she surveyed the place. With its high ceilings and tiled walls, it looked a little bit like the London Underground. She clutched her purse a little bit tighter from excitement as she made her way through the hustle and bustle of the grand foyer, her gaze soon drawn to the majestic golden fountain depicting a handsome wizard and beautiful witch surrounded by a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf all looking adoringly at the wizards. The fountain itself gave her an uneasy feeling. It may have looked like a show of brotherhood, but to her it was clear that there was a hierarchy amongst the magical brethren, and it was also all too clear which of them was at the top.


Her mind had begun to wander a little, as did her gaze. Truthfully she was overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of the place and was sure she would get lost on her way to the auror headquarters. To her great surprise, she noticed someone pleasantly familiar, a harried looking wizard who looked as though he needed a few coffees to keep him awake. Without much thought, she glided over to him, a bounce to her step and her nude-coloured heels clicking on the tiled floor. Her golden Marilyn Monroe style curls also bounced as she walked and came to a halt in front of the wizard and the man beside him who bore a faint resemblance to him. They were brothers. She had not needed to pry deep into either of their minds to come to that conclusion.


"Jack!" She exclaimed in her lilting, sweet voice, "I didn't know you had a brother. Was he at Ilvermorny too?" She then turned her warm gaze directly onto the other male who's name she knew from reading his mind to be Miles. "Nice to meet you Miles...a no-maj? Oh how exciting!" She said it all before he could have introduced himself. Unfortunately, unlike a lot of learned legilimens, she could never switch off her ability.

 

[Ritzy]

Miles and Jack


Callsigns: Bandit and Bookworm


Time Date: REDACTED


Partner(s) Leandra @PixieDust


Location: Foyer...REDACTED


Jack smiled at the voice. "Lea!" he said excitedly. "It's good to see you again!" He then turned to his brother to introduce her, and Miles looked confused. Can you read my mind? Miles thought. If so tell me, because I don't have a filter in my head. Nice ass by the way. He winked at her. "Miles, if it's female and has a pulse you'll hit on it." Jack sighs. "He's 11 years older than me. Never came up much." He explained. "Miles this is Leandra, and don't get any funny ideas. We're teammates." "Don't want me taking your women, Jack? Don't worry, Jailbait here's too young for me. Bouncy is nice but it's the older girls that go wild." No offence, Jailbait. Miles thought at her. 


Miles looked around. "So Jack. I guess you don't talk about me much." Miles commented. "No-maj stuff really doesn't come up in my world." Jack admitted. "Well you and your weirdboy stuff doesn't come up in mine, so I guess we're even. I was fighting wars when you went to Ilvamoany or whatever. Talking magic talk would have been a one way ticket to the 9th ward on the hospital." 


Jack looked embarrassed and sighed to Leandra. "Sorry Lea, the Army sorta drains all polite talk out of you, and Miles has been in a long time." "Say, Jack. Can all wizards read minds?" Miles asked. Jack looked at him. "No only ones who train in that magic." "Good, then what I thought about your date at the last Winter Ball you went to will stay locked in my mind forever. Unless Jailbat rats me out." He smiled sweetly at her. "I'm sure you'd never use magic for personal gain against a no-maj though, right?" You're in for a hell of a time, kid. Mile's sad thought came to her. 

 

[explosiveKitten]

Johanna Hayes, Rookie Auror, Ministry of Magic Foyer
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"Alright Squiggles, you can feed yerself, right?"


"SQUEAK."


"And ye know how to get water, so you'll be fine fer a couple days, aye?"


"SQUEE!"


"Alright, alright, I'm just makin' sure!" The young Irish woman shouted at the little flying squirrel that perched  on a little spoke on the wall. He sat nibbling on a chestnut with his cheeks puffed up and his big black eyes glittering intelligently as he watched her. "Alright, I'm off now. You'll be fine, I'll be fine. I'll be back in a couple days, maximum." Another squeak followed her as she was about to walk out of her small scale apartment in London, when she turned and saw Squiggles sitting on the table.


"What?"


Another squeak.


"Uhh..." She looked at him, then noticed he was sitting with his paw placed very carefully on... "MY WAND!" She squealed, running over and grabbing the redwood wand of the table. The squirrel gave a squeak of contempt and turned back to his chestnut. "Heheh, sorry Squiggles, um, I'm just gonna... go now... ehehe." She laughed nervously, then with a snap, she apparated away.


Next thing she knew, she popped into existence in the Ministry of Magic. She could immediately sense the presence of the hundreds of people in the building, and more importantly THE OWLS! Joey absolutely adored owls, of all sizes and types, and she herself knew that she felt the happiest in the air. She probably connected with the birds that soared in the sky more then the people that surrounded her. She looked around, ruffling her cloak a little, then stretched her arms and yawned, her eyes squeezing shut as she stretched her jaws open rather gracelessly. 


"Ahhhh, another day, another life threatening situation. Ohhh, ain't my life excitin'."


@Ritzy @PixieDust

 

[Ritzy]

                                                            

                                                                                                          Yumi Urameshi (Veteran)


With @PixieDust Saga


Yumi was sitting at the edge of her bed, her husband packing the extendable bag she was going to use. "There we go, clothes, medical supplies, a spare wand, and letters from the me and the girls in case you feel down." Yusuke sighed as he sat down. "I'm still not sure if I'm ready for this." Yumi admitted. "You'll do fine. I'll take care of the girls, you save the day, and we can live with a new line of candy named after you." Yumi laughed. "Can't you be serious for a moment, Yusuke?" "I am. You will come home and the girls and I will be right here." Yusuke said kissing her. "Now kiss the girls goodnight, they have been dreading this night for weeks." "Me too." Yumi sighed.


She kisses, hugged and triple kissed her girls and gave one final kiss to her husband. "I'm going out. I'll be back as soon as I can." She said brightly, knowing full well those might be the last words Yusuke ever heard from her. "Be careful on your way out." Yusuke smiled and waved. 


The English office was odd. There were many people, but not nearly as crowded at Kyoto or Tokyo. She found the Auror's office and nodded to Mr. Potter. She noticed another woman, Yumi nodded at her as well. She looked over the reports. There would be a backlash against werewolves. Which in turn would draw more to the cause. She sighed and pulled out some tea and a cup from her bag. She created heated water with her wand and waited three minutes. Then she carefully extracted the tea, vanished it, than drank it in silence. 

 

[The Silent Z]

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Patrick Fletcher: Tinker Location: Ministry of Magic, London; Rookie Auror 
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Was it normal? Floo powder and tight spaces? Really...... Quite inconvenient for those claustrophobic types who hadn't yet laid eyes upon new places. Makes for appirating to become quite difficult. Well no matter, atleast it's only for a few seconds of uncomfortable and tightly enclosed physical trauma...... nothing serious and no clowns. Thankfully clowns and the wizarding world had yet to become a thing. All these would have ran through Patrick's mind back in the U.S if not for the extreme focus and preparing himself for something he'd rather just appirate for rather then this small little fireplace he had before him and a handful of powder in his grasp. "Right, right nothing to it. Just throw down and say it. Throw down and say it. I can do this.... only a second worth of trauma..... I've done it right?" Patrick speaks aloud and looks down upon reopening his eyes. Feeling the powder in his hands and familiar home before him of his small apartment in Boston, Massachusetts. He sighed and cursed himself..... "You have to throw it and say it fool! Ministry of Magic, London!" He commanded and threw down the powder feeling his body shrink and twist all about before appearing in London England within the ministries halls. "Atleast their fire places are larger...... a bit. Still cramped and uncomfortable though." He spoke in observation and standing upright again, as he walked out of the arrival gates and entered the ministry casually. Trying to forget that rather brief but horrific experience while heading for the Aurors office. 


"Hope I'm not late. Would be rather bad for first impressions, maybe they haven't even arrived yet? Maybe I'm first here?" He thought rather excited and turning to the positive rather then the negative. That however changed when he entered the office and saw three Aurors already present and the famous potter guy he had heard so much about over the years. But atleast he didn't appear late as of yet..... hopefully anway. "Hey, how ya doing?!" He suddenly spoke with a smile and rather noticeable tone to the two female Aurors then turned to face Zacharias who was off in his corner of the room. "Hey what's up?!...... Not the social type I see?..... ah well I'm social enough for the both of us." He greeted the man and immediately noted his expression and narrowed look in his eyes toward the young Auror. Thinking along the lines of "You must be joking.....No one could be this chipper so early in the morning." "Isn't this awesome?! Well I mean.... not awesome, awesome like epic or anything. Sad really, attacks and everything. But how cool is the......" He spoke quickly correcting himself and trying to clarify what he meant, before just giving up and stopping himself now before he made things worse. 


@PixieDust


@Ritzy

 

[ReverseTex]

Grant Fitzgerald- Veteran- Ministry of Magic
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Standing casually at the infamous fountain at the Ministry, Grant studied it. Supposedly it was to represent the united state of all the blood types, and magical creatures. Chuckling to himself, as he crossed his arms, he knew the sad reality that this wasn't true. The division between Pure-Bloods, Muggles, and magical creatures have and always will be around. Luckily he was a Pure-Blood.


Watching a man flick a coin in from across the fountain humored him, and gave the man a wink before flipping a Sickle in as well. The man appeared lost, more than likely a Squib. With a sigh, Grant tucked his hands in his coat, and made his way to the Auror office. Along the way he noticed many chatting, including the man who flicked a coin in the fountain. By the looks of it, Potter was probably putting a task force to wrangle the werewolves that terrorized his city, even though he could give a damn.


The Auror office wasn't as crowded at the entrance luckily, only a few people stood inside. Most were probably here for the same reason he was. Studying the room, Grant imediantly spotted Harry Potter, who sat at his desk working away. Biting his inner cheek, he had a slight dislike to the man. due to the fact of his power. But the dark thoughts were quickly pushed away when he spotted a familiar head of sleek blonde hair. "I am zebbily afraid I 'avent rode zat dragon yet Madame."


@PixieDust

 

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trigger warning: violence, gore, torture
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Alliance: The New Hope || Location: The Scottish Highlands [HQ] 
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Scenario: The Master, The Serpent, The Prey. || With: Clarion Morningstar @Ritzy || Mentions: N/A
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A sinister smiled plagued her lips as a hint of glee appeared in her eyes as she watched the terror of the blood traitor before her. Satisfaction coursed through her veins as she listened to the agonizing screams and yells of the being before her. Muffling the room of such music to her ears, Morticia Lestrange wanted the honor of being the only one to listen to such melodies as she made sure it was only her and the dirt beneath her fingers crumbled before her. "Crucio!" She enchanted, wandlessly, as she heard bones crackling under her thumb as she eyed the being's bulging eyes as if it was coming out of it's socket. Her sinister smile grew into a grin, one full of malice and malcontent. "What was that?' Morticia taunted the blood traitor below her, seeing him writhe in pain. Cackling at the sight, Morticia approached the being, gripping the male by his neck. Slamming him against the wall, Morticia's eyes lowered as her lips formed into a pout as she spoke in a child-like voice," B-but. .  ." Her lips quivered slightly as she began mocking the poor unfortunate soul, "What's that? You want to kill me?" At those words, Morticia's face distorted tremendously as her eyes widened in anger before her slim fingers began choking the young male. Hearing the gasp for airs as she laughed harshly, she shook her head, clicking her tongue, "Why. . . you didn't put much of a fight did you? Tried going up against lil' ol' me and see what happened? Too bad." She finished before her face became deranged and soon enough, she felt the lifeless body crumble before her whim. "Hm." Morticia said before she kicked the body below. "What a bore, too fast." Sighing wistfully, Morticia's lips turned into a pout as she skipped away from the body, leaving it there to rot.
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"M-mistressssss. When art thou going to s-ssssshow thy facccceee to the Dark Lord?" A low voice slithered from across the room as Morticia looked over her shoulders. "Oh, Nefarious, you were here. You came too late, the fun ended." She stated matter-of-factly as no emotions crossed her features before she glanced at the body, narrowing her eyes as she didn't see any blood from the blood traitor's body. "Did you clot his blood, Nefarious?" She questioned her serpent, speaking in parseltongue to the snake. Shaking it's thin head, he slithered his way over to his Mistress as he perched across her shoulder and neck, warming it up. "Yesss, misstresssss. It wass your orderssss." His tongue slithered from his lips as he spoke. Crossing her arms, she huffed and stomped her foot on the ground. "Well, that explains it." Morticia growled before turning on her heels, heading to the dining hall to greet another "glorious" day. Nevertheless, as she walked down the halls of the mansion, she identified greatly with the darkness of the mansion, feeling herself recharging after her "breakfast". The warmth near her heart grew as she faced the dining hall, which was odd, considering how cold blooded the woman was. The Dark Mark found its Master and the warmth grew more as she entered the area. Finding the Dark Lord sitting and eating near the table, Morticia frowned, as she made her way over towards him. Smelling the muggle near the Lord, it took every inch of her being not to glide across the table and attack the useless muggle. However, before she took her seat next to the Dark Lord, Morticia walked up to the muggle, glaring daggers in her eyes as she allowed Nefarious to scare the being to no end. Grinning at the fear in the muggles eyes, Morticia was about to allow Nefarious to attack the being, but thought not to "anger" her Dark Lord. Taking her seat next to him as she crossed her arms and legs while Nefarious perched on her lap, Morticia huffed, "What's taking so long?"
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[explosiveKitten]

Johanna Hayes. Rookie Auror, Ministry of Magic
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She looked up from gazing at all the owls flying about. She could hear someone appear by Floo and start jabbering about being late, but she didn't pay it any mind. Instead, she eyed a Great Grey owl about to swoop past her head, and ended up extending an arm, making a swift clacking sound sound with her tongue, and before long the huge owl was perched on her forearm. "Ahh, Bartraum. Working hard as ever." She shook as cramp out of her wrist before reaching up and stroking a special spot between two feathers on his chin. The large grey owl cooed, his eyes closed, and his feathers fluffed. "Yeeeahhh," she sighed, giving him another good few strokes with the back of her hand, "You guys sure have a big job. You better get back to it. Bartraum." She looked into the yellow eyes of the owl, then gave her arm a quick bounce before the owl took off from her arm and flew off. She sighed and watched the grey owl fly off and leaned against the fountain. staring into the cool blue water.  

 

[The Silent Z]

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Xavier "X" Brickentop 
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Location: The Scottish Highlands (HQ) 
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Dark Wizard 
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Outside in the brisk air as breeze passed by the man who's tall and large figure was bounded by muscle and forehead rolling with beads of sweat. He had spent the past hours in disappointed duel against some muggleborns.....  but they were weak, foolish, pathetic and wasted his time. Nothing was left of them now, nothing but broken bodies and trails of blood leaving there bodies as they lay lifeless upon the ground, faces becoming pale as time went on though pale they were to begin with. Standing over them with wand in hand and glaring eyes looking over them in much disappointment showing on his expression. X despised having his time wasted and even more so his playtime to reach its end. 


Taking a turn toward doors and walking over to them, X entered the quarters and walked over to the main room with the Master and the lady of blood, the Serpent talker who had her seat next to him taken. "I need more toys. Running short of illbloods...." The man spoke plainly and in short as he announced his presence upon entering the room and taking his place off to their right and looking over the table. "What's next? Anything entertaining master?" X curious and desiring more fun had spoken in question to Morningstar.

 

[Athens]

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Location: Visitors entrance to the Ministry of Magic ||Scenario: Sometimes I wish I had said No ||Status: Rookie Auror ||Codename: Io ||With: Ezra @crucialstar ||Mentions: N/A


"Ugh, we've only been working for the aurors for what? Like, 6 months, and I'm already sick of it," was the only voice heard on the quiet, cobbleston street at the particular moment that two young people had slip into a telephone booth together. The duo were a young man and woman who quite clearly foreigners, and from their slang, and native speak of English, most likely from the Americas. The young woman had slipped into the phone booth first, maneuvering herself so that her back was against the side wall located across from the door.


"I'm especially sick of these cramped phonebooths every time we return to headquarters in London." Jupiter really didn't hate it as much as she said, most of what she was griping about was her trying to cope with the sadness of leaving home, and being so close to her mother, while still managing to be miles away.


She slowly began to inch her way to the back of the booth, making way for her best friend Ezra to enter in front of her and dial the number to ministry in. All the moving about in the cramped space was messing up her hair, twisting and tugging it here and there. She brushed it out of her face, and couldn't resist ruffling the back of her best friend's hair, even if it was giving his elbow more opportunity to thrust itself into her abdomen.


It was worth it.


"You remember the number, right Ezzie?" She asked taking a step in attempt to peer around his tall frame to see the phone. It was seemed to be silly to ask, but Jupiter had an enhanced memory, and with it came the compulsive need to remind people of seemingly simple things to ensure that they remembered too. "It's 62442, just incase you forgot; spells magic."


A soft grumble left her mouth when she found herself unable to see if he had put it in or not. "Why are you so damn tall?" She grouched, attempting to push him over a bit. Finally, she gave up and chose to lean against the wall in resignation instead, when she couldn't make enough space to squeeze past him. "I love you, Ezra. I really do, but I'd love you even more if you shrank some. You're like a lamp post." Her complaints were all in good fun as she poked teasingly at his back and waited for the booth to move.

 

[PixieDust]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 0)][SIZE= 28px]NEW HOPE ALLIANCE[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)]LOCATION:[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)] [/COLOR]A London Alleyway || [COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)]SCENARIO:[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)] [/COLOR]Dead, Both of Them || [COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)]WITH:[/COLOR] N/A || [COLOR= rgb(0, 100, 0)]MENTIONS:[/COLOR] N/A


The boy's hands trembled as he stared at the destruction he had caused. Hot salty tears threatened to well up from his piercing blue eyes and the lump in his throat was making it increasingly hard to breathe. Corinth simply could not control the black mass that plagued him any longer. He had not meant to kill them, but as he knelt beside the now ravaged, pale and lifeless bodies of his parents, he felt no true remorse. For  what they had done to him they deserved what had befallen them. He had been trying for over ten minutes to feel something toward their demise but to no avail. The reason he was on the verge of tears had nothing to do with them, but the rush of overwhelming power he had felt when he had caused them to drop from the balcony and heard the snap of the bones in their neck. He had done it all without moving an inch. A rumble of power had simply risen up from within and attacked them for him. Perhaps he could get it to serve him, whatever it was?


He took a look around the living room which was now almost nothing but rubble, and it finally dawned upon him that the police would no doubt have been sent out by the muggles. What if they had seen what he did? His breath quickening, the boy forced his feet to move. He left the house as swiftly as he could, unsure of where he would go or how he would survive. All he knew was that he needed to find others like himself. The sound of police sirens panicked him and he made a run toward the main roads of Ealing, out of breath already as he dove into an alleyway, keeping his back to the wall and fighting the urge to cry again. What was he going to do? He did not know. He was beginning to feel scared and the dark mass was once again rumbling up inside him. Without meaning to, he caused a metal bin to explode. The eleven year old cursed under his breath, a curse word his father often used on him before Corinth had brought about his demise. The thought of his dead parents sent a flicker of a triumphant smile across his face.

 

[PixieDust]

ROOKIE AUROR
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LOCATION: Foyer, Ministry of Magic || SCENARIO: Legiliency Sucks || WITH: Jack and Miles @Ritzy and Johanna @explosiveKitten || MENTIONS: N/A


Leandra smiled brightly at the wave of warmth encased in Jack's greeting to her. She never knew him too well at school since she was two years below him, but she had become rather good friends with him since he joined the auror training program. She figured he should sleep more though. The guy overworked himself with all the reading he did. Lea turned her attention to Miles, his thoughts loud and clear in her head. She laughed a melodic laugh as he complimented her 'assets' and waved a hand casually at him, responding to his thoughts out loud. "Oh don't worry honey, anything you're thinking I've heard it before!"


She was a tad disappointed that Jack only thought of her as his teammate. At least friends would have been nice, but she soon brushed it off when she was addressed as Jailbait which she was both flattered and amused by. Older guys were funny sometimes. "Jailbait? Oh you slay me! I mean I heard No-maj prison is nowhere near as grim as Azkaban so you're lucky you're not a wizard."


Almost as quickly as their playful banter had started, it came to a halt, at least for Leandra. Although Miles was still remaining joking, she knew that mention of the army by Jack had shifted the thoughts in Miles' brain. Lea was not the best at hiding her expressions and as the wave of thoughts hit her, she was quickly overwhelmed with compassion and sadness and even mourning. "Oh goodness!" she gasped, clutching the necklace she was wearing as she met Miles's gaze sympathetically...no, almost empathetically. "You're very brave you know..." she then realised how startling she must seem to him and she turned away from the pair slowly, blushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to pry...I can't control my legilimency...mind reading. I've always been able to do it but I can't switch it off like other wizards." Leandra cleared her throat awkwardly, looking for a distraction which came in the form of a red head around her own age.


"Ah, another day, another life threatening situation. Oh ain't my life excittin'?" the woman said. Lea quickly turned her attention to her and smiled.


"Are you an auror too hun?" she enquired. "We are." She gestured to Jack vaguely, still trying to ignore the two men. "You don't happen to know where the Auror Office is do you? Only we need to go there and well we're foreign, I'm sure you can tell!" Almost no one in their right mind would look at Leandra in her ever so slightly low-cut magenta silk dress, nude coloured coat and matching shoes and think 'crime fighting, kick-ass auror'. Sometimes it was hard even for her to believe.

 

[PixieDust]

[COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)][SIZE= 28px]VETERAN AUROR[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)]LOCATION:[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)] [/COLOR]Auror Office, Ministry of Magic || [COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)]SCENARIO: [/COLOR]Rendezvous With the Frenchman || [COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)]WITH:[/COLOR] Grant @ReverseWells || [COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)]MENTIONS:[/COLOR] Zacharias and Patrick @saru and Yumi @Ritzy


As Saga sifted through the newspapers of the past week, the smell of her steaming cup of coffee was beginning to awaken her senses and mind. The more sips of the bitter brown brew she drank, the more aware of her surroundings she became. The feel of parchment beneath her long fingers became more real and the sounds of other aurors bustling around were no longer as dull in her ears. The suspicion that werewolves might be behind the attacks on muggles unnerved her. She had only heard of this suspicion when talking to her eccentric cousin Isla, a member of the Beasts Division at the German Wizarding Parliament. Saga bore no ill will toward werewolves. Being part veela meant that she understood all too well how marginalised they felt. It was one of few things she was able to really sympathise with. People were hard to get behind, causes were much easier.


The blonde sighed heavily as she pried her eyes from the Daily Prophet and looked around the room, running a hand through her silky locks. She saw Potter working diligently on some form of paperwork, dark circles under his eyes and wearing a smart waistcoat. The man worked damn hard. And she thought she was a workaholic! In the cubicle beside hers sat Zacharias Warbeck, a man she had never had any particular qualms with. She nodded to him in greeting, but as she had never been a fan of small talk, she said nothing. Next an unfamiliar woman walked into the room. She must have been one of the foreign aurors and out of a sense of obligation, Saga made an effort to introduce herself. Mr Potter had enough to deal with without making cursory introductions.


[COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)]"Saga, Saga Lindqvist," [/COLOR]she said, [COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)]"I assume you are here to join the task force?" [/COLOR]Before she could respond, another person walked in; a young man with an American accent.


[COLOR= rgb(178, 34, 34)]"Hey, how ya doing?" [/COLOR]the plucky young man addressed Saga and the other woman before trying to make small talk with an unimpressed looking Zacharias. Saga couldn't help a small smile at the wide-eyed ingénue type boy and his over optimism. Actually working as an auror would soon put an end to that.


She was still watching the others interact with one another when a familiar voice addressed her with a smooth tone that sent shivers down her spine. She didn't even need to look to know who was talking to her.


"I'm terribly afraid I haven't rode that dragon yet Madame," Grant said in his French accent.


[COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)]"Well I never thought I'd see you here," [/COLOR]Saga said, not really knowing how to react to him as she finally decided to look at him. He had not changed since she had seen him last. Still objectively handsome with an air of mystery and danger. [COLOR= rgb(64, 224, 208)]"I thought you didn't like Potter much..." [/COLOR]she added, lowering her voice somewhat.

 

[The Silent Z]

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Four pals laughing and walking under the moonlight, one a tall dark haired young Ravenclaw another a blond hufflepuff who's height was average for a guy around that time and the third was a large fellow from Slytherin who had a love for food and jokes, while the fourth was a beautiful young woman from Gryffindor..... They were the tabbed 'The Unit' for they were a group of friends from each house and despite the differences and stereotypes, they got along marvelously. They were walking outside beneath the stars and gleaming moon past curfew, just a harmless and minor breaking of rules that had been a usual and almost nightly thing for the friends of each house at Hogwarts. They hadn't expected or known that it would end with terror, trauma, near death experiences for all of them and the forever cursed state and struggled change in one. 


The encounter of a wandering and enraged Werewolf soon changed the friends demeanors to something far from the joking, teasing, light hearted conversation as they merely aimed to enjoy themselves before the N.E.W.T.S tomorrow. They became frozen in fear and quieted reactions to the sight of him, steps ever so carefully and slowly going backwards as they creeped back hoping to not be seen. Hoping the Werewolf would be too occupied with his meal of bloody and torn to shreds bunnies and small animals then take notice to them, but it didn't........

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Zacharias Warbeck: Songbird 
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Location: Ministry of Magic; Aurors office || Veteran Auror || Scenario: Old memories come a new..... A quests trigger and rooks interruption. ||


The unfortunate trigger of werewolves and their impending capture at the hands of the Aurors brought forth old memories often recalled but less so over time. It was the timely and overly noticeable social light of a young Auror entering the room and greeting those present that soon broke and dispelled his minds distraction of memory that brought Zacharias back to reality and no longer in the depths of his mind. Ending just as the horrific and strong roar of the beast was sounded. The aging Auror rolled his eyes and narrowed them after taking in the sight of Patrick and his greetings to the other Aurors who Zacharias had now taken note of, while taking a quick look toward Mr. Potter with a shake of his head..... makers breath if that one won't change soon enough as a Auror. 


He looked toward Saga  ( @PixieDust ) a fellow veteran of whom Zacharias never had much if any qualms with and nodded in silent greeting of presence as she to him. Then toward Yumi ( @Ritzy ) a foreign and unfamilair face to Zacharias of whom he too gave a simple nod in greeting before going back to his quiet and observant tendency while he worked his way up to passable personas of get-along-play variety. Once he was far more socialable and kind, now he had work to do for such behavior as he wasn't all open and without secrets he had done well to protect over the years. The ever looming mission and likely pairing of partners, probably rookies with veterans..... was coming and the risks were all to present in Zacharias's mind as well as the change he would be undergoing soon enough, he was used to working alone and going where he pleased in order to get the job done without the concern of risking another's life and sanity. Dark magic, dark wizards and witches had tendencies for many protective and nasty charms, spells and defenses to counter, break and overcome before reaching the objective and finding or getting one step closer to the targets or target. It was a constant and ever present test one as a auror would experience time and time again. 

 

[Ritzy]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Names: Jack and Miles[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Call Signs: Bandit, Bookworm[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Ministry of Magic [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Redacted [/SIZE]


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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Personal Attached: Leandra @PixieDust Johanna @explosiveKitten[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Look into my head and see what Leavenworth is like.” Miles said calmly. “It’s no walk in the park either. I’ve sent many a bad man there.”[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Miles looked into Lea’s eyes hard. “It’s not about being brave, Jailbait. It’s about being stupid enough to face danger, and lucky enough to get through it all.”[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Jack coughed and Miles looked at him, he was fiddling with his magazine pouch, something he did when speaking to new servicemembers. He stopped and nodded to Jack.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]More people kept on showing up. “So you’re all fighters, huh?” Miles said dryly. He looked at each in turn, up and down. “God help us.” He sighed. “Where are the senior officers? You think they would have sent one down by now…” He grumbled. “Okay boys, you’re all now Mako. Girls, you’re all jailbait.” He looked at Lea. “I didn’t know we were going undercover at a fashion show. Me without my formal uniform. However shall I impress the ladies. At least keep the dress short, Jailbait. You’ll trip in battle.” [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Jack interjected. “Hello everyone, I’m Jack, a junor arour from MACUSA. The sarcatic one is my brother Miles, part of the USMAT, he’s the no-maj operator that will be assisting us.”[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“He means that I’m the expendable one according to Congress.” Miles said dryly. “I’m a vet of three wars, they trust me to deal with this or at least die and bring the communities together.”[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Jack mumbled “You’re not going to die.” [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“So this is all new to me. I was given the basic outline of the mission but no details. Typical on intel.” Jack said with a touch of bitterness to his voice. “I’m tired of playing games, probably why I’ll never make Major. Still step one: Find your bosses. I don’t suppose they have a ‘you are here’ map somewhere of is that too much common sense?”[/SIZE]

 

[Ritzy]

                                                                                                            The Morningstar                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Warning: Graphic Violence 


                                                 

Finally. Dear One @crucialstarand X @Saruwere here. "Amusing yourselves, I take it?" Morningstar said with a hint of his own to his voice. He sighed as Dear One made with her antics. "There is a time and place for theatrics, Dear One. We must consider our next move, not scare members of the Cult. It makes them all the more hard to control. "The werewolves were a step. The wizards at large will continue to treat them poorly and thus more will join our cause. We need to widen our area though. We need someone to speak with the giants. Remind them of the glory days. Assure them that they have a better chance siding with us than the Unworthy. Then we carry out strikes in small villages. Where the Unworthy will not find us. Burn the entire village to the ground. Soon others will see our success and see that I am better than any Dark Lord to have come before. We tread carefully. We need not be hasty. That's what killed Voldemort, He Who Shall Be Brainless. Morningstar said dryly. We strike where we can be most effective at minimal cost to us. We turn the muggles to the Cult and thus our ranks grow. I'm sure you all want to kill them.I'll let you indulge in a few but the majority will be saved from the court. After all, the Unworthy will be hesitant to kill them, making for excellent shields. Killing one or two does not bring you power."


He turned to the woman peeling his apples. "Do you love me my dear?" He said smoothly. "Forever My Lord. In this life and the next!" "It's time for you to Ascend then, my child." Morningstar said softly. The woman began crying tears of joy. "I am not worthy of that honor My Lord, thank you I will serve you in the time to come." "Yes, yes you will." Morningstar said calmly. "Now is the time. You will be with me forever in but a moment." The woman put down the apple and slit her own throat. "For my God." She gurgled out before falling to the ground. "Oh, some of it got into my wine." Morningstar commented as there were specks of blood on his wine glass. "No matter. I enjoy the taste of blood." He said with a small sigh and continued drinking his wine. "Love is power, my friends. It will always be power."

 

[ReverseTex]

Grant Fitzgerald- Veteran- Ministry or Magic
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Making his way to Saga's cubical, pushing past other Aurors who were in the office. Grant stared, it took her awhile to acknowledge him, but finally she looked up. With a smile he spoke, "I didn'z either. Kn'w you would be here though, wich is probably the only reason." Crossing his arms, as he leaned up against her cubical he dipped his head under to avoid being heard. "Trust me, I am still no fan of Misoure Potter. Government Salud zat man."


Taking a deep breath, Grant gripped onto the cubicle slightly as he heard a sudden banshe-like scream fill his head. Looking around frantically, he looked over to Saga, "Did you hear zat?"


(Just in his head, cause some peps know why. Also he's French so that explains some of my word choices and spelling.)


@PixieDust

 

[StarrySkyofLostSouls]

Catriona Riddle
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Veteran Auror/New Hope Alliance
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Location: Streets of London || Scenario: Seems I might have found someone we could use... || With: Approaching Corinth @PixieDust || Mentions: Morningstar @Ritzy ||
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Catriona had her mission of course, but before heading to the Ministry to...meet with the rest of the aurors and rookies, she had picked up a large source of uncontrolled magic, she cloaked it carefully so to avoid alerting the Ministry. She spotted police cars near the blowup remains of the house were the magic had come from, as she walked closer, she took a hair from one of the female officers and imperiates her before having her leave the squad so she could take her place. But instead of going with the squad, she made her way towards one of the alleys, her heels clicking off the stone quietly before she found the source of the magic, surprise passing her face as she realized it was only a child, a boy.
"Excuse me hun? Is everything alright?" She asked softly while tilting her head as she stayed a few feet away from him as to not scare him off, especially since she wanted to confirm her suspicions about what happened. "I also wanted to know if you happened to know what happened to that house just down the street from here? Apparently there was some sort of explosion?" She questioned while brushing a stray strand behind her ear.
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From what she had seen from the boy's mind, that he had reached his breaking point, and his magic took over and released itself in the only way it can when it isn't contained or linked to a wand. It didn't help that his thoughts and memories were spilling out into the invisible link. She found out that he had killed his parents and his magic had wrecked the entire house, Morningstar would be intrigued by this boy... Maybe even make him the Heir that they needed... But she'd had to wait and see.
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