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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Aug 6, 2009 20:35:00 GMT
*As she lays in the grass her attention is drawn to the dropping temperature, and her quickly darkening mood. Alarmed she sits upright looking around, and also notices how dark everything has become. Her senses are on high alert now, and she hops up onto her feet turning in all directions looking for the source of the sudden climate, and mood changes. The hair on the back of her neck stands up as she spots a dark figure floating in her direction, and she reaches quickly to the back pocket of her jeans, her fingers gripping her wand.*
*Her eyes try to focus on the floating figure when suddenly The Dark Mark appears in the sky. She stands rooted to the spot looking up at the mark, the fear she was feeling sort of washes away as a high pitched voice begins to speak to her. Without moving an inch she listens to all that is said to her, and knows in an instant to whom those words belong.*
*He breathing quickens at the realization that she is listening to the Dark Lord himself, and she drops into a sincere bow of servitude.*
Yes my Lord, I will tell them.
*She says with utmost respect, and a hint of happiness.*
*Slowly gets to her feet at the sound of dissapparating. Once again she looks around the meadow in every direction, shivering with joy that Lord Voldemort actually knows who she is, and a smug grin finds it's way onto her lips.*
*The warmth of the evening begins to return, but she is still shivering, and she slowly makes her way toward the fence. When she reaches the gate she takes a quick look back at where she was standing when The Dark Lord came to her, and still she can hardly believe it happened.*
*Snaps her head back to the exit feeling invigorated, and she hops over the gate, leaving Top Meadow.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 15, 2009 23:11:26 GMT
*Scrambles drunkenly over the gate to Top Meadow, a bottle of single malt whiskey in one hand, and a letter informing him of his great love, Willow's death. He had just received word that both Willow's and her niece's bodies were recovered. He isn't sure he'll ever find out the exact cause of death, but he does know that he would rather be with Willow. First his uncle, now the most amazing witch in the world. Both. Gone. Forever.*
*He staggers around in the long green grasses of the meadow, drinking deeply from his bottle, unconcerned with the Dark Mark looming over head.*
*He lifts his head to the sky, and yells at the top of his lungs.*
WILLOW!!!!!
*Falls onto his back, landing upon the ground with a painful thud. Tears fall from his eyes as he stares up at the sky, and the Dark Mark hanging above.*
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 16, 2009 0:14:30 GMT
*Daisy hums softly to herself a happy little tune as she had just got done doing a little shopping in Hogsmede. She didn't buy a whole lot, hating to be laden down with packages, and even more spending a whole lot. So she had bought a few simple things and spend the rest of the time simply wandering. But in her wanderings, she had caught sight of a very familiar one making his way toward the meadow. So of course she would follow him, seeing how his uneven steps and gait made him look quite a bit not in control of himself.*
*She watched from a little ways off as he scrambled over the gate and into the meadow. Well she would follow, easily making her way over the gate as well. And yet something up in the sky suddenly caught her eye. She had noticed that it was rather stormy, but not the dark mark in the sky. She gasped as she suddenly saw it, and would run over to her brother, drawing her wand as she ran.*
*She dropped down to her knees beside him as he lay there upon his back. She had heard his yell about Willow, and saw the letter and whiskey in his hands. Oh no... Something had happened... Now possiblities on details as to what it was plagued her mind, and she moved to slip the bottle of malt whiskey out of his hand, if he'd allow it*
Shhh... Shhh... Greyson what happened...
*She whispered soothingly to him*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 16, 2009 0:19:40 GMT
*His eyes snap open as he hears his sister's voice, they try to focus on her face, but are unable to do so what with all the tears, and his drunken state. He rolls over onto his side, hugging the bottle to his muscular chest, and passes the crumpled bit of parchment over to her. He has no strength to explain how he's to spend his life without Willow, the only sounds escaping him are deep groans of agony.*
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 16, 2009 0:29:36 GMT
*Concern flits across the young girl's face. She was so used to Greyson always being the strong one... Especially for her. But here she was needing to be strong for him. Well she would do it and do it gladdly. Well she finally would give up on trying to take the bottle, considering he didn't seem all too eager to release it. And honestly... She wasn't nearly strong enough to make him.*
*She looked to the parchment that was passed to her and would accept it, moving to sit upon the grass and smoothing it out upon her knee before raising it and reading it quietly. She gasped upon finishing it and glanced back to Greyson, thinking for a brief moment on what to do. Finally she would move closer to him, and begin running her fingers ever so gently through his hair, not saying a thing for a few moments. She didn't know what to say... But she would make soft gentle soothing sounds to him, trying to calm him down.*
Oh Greyson... I'm so sorry...
*She finally spoke, a single tear sliding down her cheek. Goodness she wasn't nearly as close to Willow as he had been, and yet seeing her brother like this wrenched horribly at her heart.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 16, 2009 0:37:24 GMT
*His eyes close as her fingers run through his hair, the feeling is comforting, yet heart wrenching because the gesture reminds him of Willow, as does the bright green grass in which he is laying. He's never been in so much pain before, not even when they lost their famed uncle.*
S-she's gone. For-for-forever.
*The words breath their way from his lips as his arms reach for his sister, he needs someone to hold him, someone he can lean on for the time being.*
Just when - when we lost...
*Trails off not want to relive the pain of also loosing their uncle, and Daisy doesn't deserve to relive that with him.*
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 16, 2009 0:47:47 GMT
*She watched as his eyes slipped close, knowing just how calming and comforting this movement was... It was often used on her as well. So she would merely hum softly to him as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her other hand slipped up to be placed gently upon one of his clasped so tightly upon the bottle, though this time she didn't attempt to take it. She would move slightly, lifting his head up a little bit and shifting underneath it to place his head gently upon her knee, her other hand continuing to run through his hair gently.*
Shh... I know... But no... You're not entirely correct... She's gone from this world... Yes... But now she's waiting for you...
*She whispered softly to him, her voice gentle and soothing. She saw his arms reaching for her and she would move again to gently pull him slightly up so that he was laying a bit more n her lap and she would wrap her arms gently around him, in a firm embrace. She wanted him to know that beyond a shadow of a doubt... She was there for him.*
Forever and ever Greyson... I'm here for you forever and ever...
*She whispered those familiar words that she remembered from her childhood. She wasn't sure if Greyson had started them or if she had, but through the years they had been passed between the pair.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 16, 2009 1:07:06 GMT
*Sinks into her lap, holding fast to her, and the tears stream from his eyes. She's right.. Willow is waiting for him, he has to believe that, or else he might not be able to go on. He loved Willow more than his own life, and somehow he'll find the strength to live his life to the fullest, and do all that they had planned to do together. He'll dedicate his work, and life to her.*
*Finds solace in her words, remembering them from the sad days they had as childern. He's almost able to smile at the comforting thought even if he has no one he still has his little sister, forever and ever.*
And I you.. forever and ever.
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 16, 2009 1:19:34 GMT
*Daisy felt the tears prick at the corners of her eyes after that single one made it out. But she held them back. She had to remain strong and comforting for her older brother. And as he sank into her lap and held onto her back, she would hold him firmly in her arms, rocking just slightly as she hummed a slow comforting tune. And even as she did, the sky slowly began to clear, the dark mark dissapating slowly from the sky above them.*
*She smiled gently as she heard his words, knowing her words had helped, if only just a little bit. Indeed... Out of all the people in the world, it was her brother on whom she knew she could depend upon beyond the shadow of a doubt, and he her in return... She saw his small smile at her words, and listened to his return words and nodded gently to him.*
Yes... Forever and ever...
*She whispered once more before falling quiet except for her soft lullaby-like humming. It wasn't exactly meant to lull him to sleep, considering she couldn't easily get him home if that happened, but it was meant to calm him further from his agitated and distraught state.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 16, 2009 22:39:38 GMT
*Her humming has an immediate effect on him, soothing, and relaxing. His eyes close as he listens to the soft music emitting from his sister, his thoughts weaving between Willow, and his uncle.*
*Suddenly he sits up right, lifting the bottle to his lips, and taking a long pull of the strong alcohol to numb his pain further.*
I gotta go.
*He says quickly to Daisy, hopping to his feet. There isn't anywhere he needs to be, he just needs to be alone for a while. He tucks the bottle in the crook of his elbow, and dashes in a drunken manner toward the gate, leaving the letter behind.*
*He reaches the gate, and stops to think about if he should climb or not. Shrugging at the fence he turns on his heel and disapparates into Hogsmeade, just outside of The Hog's Head.*
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 4:28:23 GMT
*Daisy smiles warmly. She knew how her brother needed to handle this... At least she thought she would... And she would try her hardest to help calm him to help him to think this through. She knew he needed to think it through or it would eat him alive... So she would simply sit there, him laying somewhat in her small lap, her fingers sliding gently through his hair and her soft melodic voice rising in a hummed tune.*
*Suddenly she felt his muscles tense and his form rise from her lap. She winced as she withdrew her hands and watched him draw from that bottle in his hand. Goodness she had a distaste for alcohol... Well she figured she did... She hadn't drank any herself so she wasn't entirely sure. But she didn't plan on touching it any time soon. But she heard his words and nodded in understanding, before picking up a single shopping bag and standing herself.*
Alright Greyson... Take it easy my brother...
*She spoke softly before watching him walk off toward the gate and then apparating off. She wasn't sure where he went so she didn't try to follow him. She wasn't certain if she would anyway if she did. But she would simply stand and apparate off with a pop, heading to who knows where.*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 18, 2009 18:50:56 GMT
*Apparates on the field, hoping that maybe some clue would arise from the scene itself. Not sure what he is looking for he wanders, watching the ground hoping that something would jump out at him. The Dark Mark faintly lingers above, but that in itself leaves no hint of where it came from*
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 18, 2009 20:06:05 GMT
*Daisy returns to the meadow. It is such a nice day, despite the mark in the sky. Indeed it made her wary, and yet there was nothing bad around here for now. She was such an odd girl, but suddenly she had gotten it in her mind that she needed to run around and play... For lack of a better word, she needed to frolic. So the girl would hop over the gate, oblivious of Ken's presence, and begin to run and dance around the field as if no one was watching. And in her mind, no one was. What an oddity... Such joy in the face of such danger... It wasn't likely that much could get this girl down... With the exception of iminant threat of course... But other than that, she was quite happy doing what she was now.*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 18, 2009 20:12:56 GMT
*Ken looks curiously at the girl frolicking alone in the meadow. Either shes mad, or the pressure of the war had gotten to her, or she was just honestly one of those free spirit types who would act out of the ordinary. After a while, he recognised her as the girl he spoke to in the bar earlier. He sat on the grass, and watched, in a sort of awe, knowing that asking questions would get him nowhere and only interrupt her, as I suppose you'd call it, fun.*
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 18, 2009 20:19:51 GMT
*Daisy was indeed one of those that you would call, Free Spirits. She knew that even in the face of all that was going on... The terror, the anger, the uncertainty, the distrust... One had to have a bit of fun here and there. And Daisy was determined to show everyone that by how she lived. Certainly it wasn't likely the smartest thing to do, being a woman, and a small one at that, and being out alone... Yet she didn't seem to mind much. As far as she knew, no one was after her for any reason, and so she had no real reason to be afraid. How innocent the young woman was... But indeed, she had a little time off from her shop, and simply had to get out of there for a bit, and so she had come here to have a bit of alone time. She began to sing lightly to herself, dancing and spinning with the beat.*
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