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Post by hermionegranger on Dec 17, 2008 6:17:59 GMT
*hesitant about what he said: clutches to his arm as her legs tremble*
Harry, I-
*eyes catch hold of something else, in his hand. She becomes curious*
...what's that? *voice quiet*
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 18, 2008 14:09:23 GMT
*Coughs, looking down at the stone* I'll explain later. We need to get you back to Grimmauld Place. *Places a supporting arm around her and disapparates* Continued...here.
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Jan 12, 2009 22:38:57 GMT
*Apparates into forest, anxiously looking around for his unknown companion*
*Grasps his wand firmly, prepared to defend himself.*
Hello?
*His voice was calm, and confident.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Jan 19, 2009 21:00:20 GMT
*appears in the thick of the forest crouching down low, the polyjuice having now taken full effect, puts a pair of glasses on and checks he still has the spare vial in his robes before standing up and looking around*
*realising Scrimgeour could be anywhere, starts picking his way as silently as he could in the first direction he decided to go in, wand out, heart thumping and alert and his breath showing in front of him in puffs from the cold of the night*
*Soon he could make out in the mist ahead a figure looking around and pacing - though it wasn't luck that took him straight to the path of Scrimgeour, but the Felix Felicis*
*smirked to himself as he edged closer, hidden amongst the shadows in his black Death Eater robes* Stupid man, he did actually come alone.
*freezes on the spot as a twig snaps under his boot, telling himself that that was meant to happen*
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Jan 19, 2009 21:50:27 GMT
*In the silence, his hearing was amplified, but still no sound penetrated the deep void. An owl hoots, Scrimgeour jumps and raises his wand in an aggressive motion. The owl bleets, almost smothering a much more sinister devilry.*
*Immediately, Rufus brings his wand over his head, casting a silent protection charm. The translucent bubble polarized his vision temporarily, warping the surroundings so every tree looked omminous*
*Rufus' eyes fall on a disturbance to the endless blackness. A figure, dark and tall.*
Dark?
*Suspecting a trap, Rufus analyises his position, doing nothing to break the eye contact. Walking backwards, step by step, he catches his right foot on a small boulder, forcing him to stumble, losing visual contact with the other*
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Post by Harry Potter on Jan 20, 2009 21:17:48 GMT
*makes sure he slips into direct view as the Minister stumbles, as he wants him to see who it is*
*points his wand at the fallen figure, already with a Protego charm around himself also, ready to disarm him and throw his curse as soon as there is a chance*
*takes a step closer, his messy black hair marking his recognizable silouette, just a few tall dark trees whispering between them and a slight eerie mist of the cold night*
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Jan 20, 2009 22:10:13 GMT
*Taking a few unprecarious steps back, Rufus regains his balance, and looks back up. The assailant was closer now, and there was something about his stance, and bout his sillohette that was awefully familiar to Rufus.*
*Rufus squints through the dark, only half sure the devilry was whom he thought. Rumours were in circulation that he had turned to the dark side. If they were true, if they were really true, Rufus may be in danger.*
*Throwing caution to the winds, Rufus lessened his shield charm, reducing the hostile tension.*
Mr Potter? Did you summon me here?
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Post by Harry Potter on Jan 21, 2009 22:21:33 GMT
*another step closer, after hearing the question that was almost carried away by the wind*
*considers replying but thinks it's just going to waste precious time - Scrimgeour had clearly seen him and was sure enough of his identity to address him as Potter, and that was the all-important part*
*in a split second decision he ducked down and next...
AVADA KEDAVRA!
*- a bolt of bright light hurtled towards Scrimgeour; deliberately but only very slightly off target - and not so far off that it was too obviously a deliberate miss to Scrimgeour, meaning it scraped past him - the delicate line between death and life - the Felix Felicis should mean the main force of the curse would hit the ground beside him so he could live to tell the tale... as was planned*
*exhales and bolts upright to disapparate quickly back to the place he apparated by the Portkey and touches it immediately, pulling him back to his original destination and away from the heart-stopping scene, hoping to Merlin the plan and the luck potion worked as well as it should have, as he did not stay behind to see if the curse had actually 'missed' a miss, and killed the Minister instead*
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Jan 21, 2009 22:53:50 GMT
*Rufus jumps violently as the figure moves. He attempts to duck from the curse, and feels it blow his hair, a milimetre from snatching life.*
*Raising his want to retaliate, Scrimgeour takes a few steps towards the retreating assailent before he hears the usual crack of disapperation.*
Impossible...
*Without further loitering, he spun on the spot and vanished.*
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Post by Barty Crouch Jr on Mar 15, 2009 16:55:58 GMT
*Apparates into a clearing in the forest, a large basket under his arm* *Kneels down and opens the basket, taking out an exquisit picnic set* *Spreads out the rug and taps, his pocket...checking* *Takes a deep breath and pulls a letter out of his pocket* *Quickly enchants it and sends it off* *Sits on the rug and pours himself a glass of red wine*
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Elvira Crouch
Student of the Dark Arts
Said to be deceased summer 09
As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of what I used to be.
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Post by Elvira Crouch on Mar 15, 2009 17:07:44 GMT
*Apparates into the forest out of breath and her hair all over the place.*
*Sees Barty and rushes over all flustered.*
"Barty, what is it? Whats wrong?"
*Spots the picnic basket and raises an eyebrow.*
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Post by Barty Crouch Jr on Mar 15, 2009 17:20:37 GMT
*Grins and takes her in his arms, spinning her round*
Nothing's wrong. I just urgently wanted to see you.
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Elvira Crouch
Student of the Dark Arts
Said to be deceased summer 09
As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of what I used to be.
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Post by Elvira Crouch on Mar 15, 2009 17:25:05 GMT
*Laughs as she's spun around, glad that theres nothing wrong.*
"You silly man, you had me worrying about you there."
*Kisses him, happy to have a few stolen moments.*
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Post by Barty Crouch Jr on Mar 15, 2009 17:33:43 GMT
*Puts her down and kisses her back, still grinning* Actually, while you're here, there was something I wanted to ask you... *Thrusts his wine into her hand* Hold this. *Reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, before promptly dropping it* *Bends down on one knee to pick it up* *Looks up at her, opening a little box* Elvira Bates... *Grins at her* I've known you nearly a year now, and it's been the most wonderful year of my life. Which is why I'm asking you to be my wife.
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Elvira Crouch
Student of the Dark Arts
Said to be deceased summer 09
As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of what I used to be.
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Post by Elvira Crouch on Mar 15, 2009 17:48:01 GMT
*Grabs the wine as it's thrusted into her hand, a little of it splashing on her.*
*Watches him curiously, wondering what on earth he's doing as he drops something.*
*Is stunned into silence as he bends down on one knee and proceeds to open a small box revealing a gorgeous ring.*
*Eyes start to water and looks down at him and nods, the tears staining her cheeks. Hardly believes what's happening.*
"Yes, of course I will you fabulous man!"
*Rushes forward and hugs him tightly, happier than she's ever been.*
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