|
Post by HESTIA CORALINE JONES on Nov 19, 2010 9:04:16 GMT -5
Hestia ran with a cautious eye towards the hidden section of Grimmauld Place, number twelve. The rain that fell from the night sky dropped like suicide onto her cloaked back and loose worn hair as she waited for the 'home' to finish it's reveal. However, once it's full presence stood at attention at her, Hestia's patience swayed and she hurried within the safety of it's old walls. She sighed at the spelled warmth that greeted her but nearly choked on the musty scent that invaded her senses. Molly had truly done wonders with the hopeless place, but even still there were things to improve
'The bloody portrait for one!' Hestia thought bitterly as she quietly passed by it's covered frame and made her way into the kitchen. She understood that she was quite early for the meeting tomorrow night, but frankly after the night she had been having- it was safer here than home anyway. With those thoughts Hestia casted a drying spell upon her person and gently lifted her cloak from her back. Once removed Hestia hurried to the kitchen sink, where she lifted her now visible and bleeding arm into it's bowl, and began her healing charms......
In fact, she was so caught up in healing the rather alarmingly large gash in her upper arm- that she completely missed the faint smell of soup in the air or that fact that she may not be entirely alone. Even still, what worse could happen in one night? "Bloody criminals." She sighed disappointedly before wincing as the wound began to close.
|
|
|
Post by FRED WEASLEY on Nov 20, 2010 20:06:55 GMT -5
Fred gazed absentmindly out the window, as mum was preparing dinner. He watched as the rain fell to the ground with utter speed, almost to quick for the nakes eye. They were holding yet another Order meeting in less than a few hours and already the Weasley family were the first ones here. Ron and Ginny were just in the other room, and George had been fast asleep for quite some time now, and the only thing that was heard in the house was the murmurs of mum and dad. Though, their words were turned into a hush whisper.
As Fred's eyes fell on the dark figure outside, standing motionlessly in front of the house, he was already on his feet. He gazed down, squinting through the darkness in hopes he could make out the person. Nope. He saw nothing but a dark, hooded figure. Fred walked over to the dresser and picked up his wand. He gripped it tightly and walked out of the room. He passed the room where Ginny and Ron argued, and from what he heard Ginny was blaming Ron for stealing something of hers. He passed the room and made his way down the stairs, trying not to create a sound. Everytime the creaks in the floor boards were heard he would stop to listen if anyone had heard him coming.
He stopped just at the very last step, as he heard the front door creaking open. He stood still as the footsteps were heard, heading off towards the kitchen -which meant they would have to pass where Fred stood at the stairs. Relunctlently, they hadn't see him standing there. He gazed curiously as the person walked passed him and straight into the kitchen, where they turned on the sink. He walked towards the stranger, wand still in hand as he rounded the table. He leaned casually against the counter-top, as he watched the person with large curiousity.
His eyes ran over the stranger, taking in her full-on appearance. It was strange Fred had never recognized her before. His brows furrowed as he tried to remember who she was, nothing came up. After a moment, he gave up, his eyes moving to what she was doing to herself. His eyes stopped on her arm, where he saw skin covering a deep gash. "Who are you?" He asked after a moment of watching her. His peircing eyes fell on her.
|
|
|
Post by HESTIA CORALINE JONES on Nov 22, 2010 10:28:35 GMT -5
With so much blood seeping from her skin and a slight fever still upon her from the night’s activities, the last thing Hestia expected were more surprises. In fact, she had rather thought the worse of her ‘jump moments’ were through with….and of course, as usual, she was wrong. The sound of a young man’s voice drifted to Hestia’s ear as she closed what was left of the deep seeded gash and caused her to startle animatedly. Her wand was gripped tightly in her hands and her eyes shifted dangerously before she found she could turn her frame and face the owner of the curious voice.
However, it did not take long for Hestia to recognize the young man- a Weasley, Fred or George she was sure- and laugh at her passing fear. Her hand traveled her wand from the air to her pocket and she nodded to the Weasley as she calmed her heart. ”Tia.” She answered his question with a push of her sweat stained hair from her face and a deep sigh that allowed her to let go of her anxiety. Hestia then looked at the red head who stood before her and noticed the look upon his face, one that spoke volumes of not recognizing her or her position….so, Hestia reminded him.
”Hestia Jones, member of the Advanced Guard.” She said with a ting of pride within her voice and smiled at her companion. ”And you are Fred or George?” It was not a far fetched assumption since Hestia had gone to school with the oldest Weasley’s and knew of the youngest two through Harry- so, it was only plausible that her friend here was one of the twins. ”Who else has already arrived? I thought I was early….”
|
|
|
Post by FRED WEASLEY on Nov 22, 2010 17:53:17 GMT -5
As the young lady turned to face him, his hands immediately shot up, already finding the tip of her wand pointing at his chest. He knew she would throw a spell at him if he made any sudden movements.. which meant he couldn't really recieve his wand from his pocket. As he watched the young lady finally come to an ease, relaxed position, his arms dropped back to his side -in relief he hadn't lost anything, or come to have recieved a serious injury. Though, he still kept his guard up -he didn't know much about her, and she could've been a spy for the Dark Lord as long as he knew- his hand remained near his pocket where his wand safely remained.
His eyes gazed at 'Tia' curiously, still her name hadn't rang a bell. Though, she couldn't be that much older then himself. Fred couldn't help but laugh, at the way she looked at that moment; sweat beading on her forehead and her shallow takes in breaths. He couldn't help but ask, "I'm sorry.. but did I frighten you?" He asked in his classic english accent. A smirk stayed upon his features, as he waited for her answer.
He nodded, not sure of what her position really meant. He had no knowledge on anything but the Order, the DA, and the Dark Lord's Army. Of course her position seemed great and all, Advanced Guard, yes it did sound great. Though, Fred was already happy from where he stood. Former member of the DA and still is, member of the Order -which sounded so cool to him, being in the Order and all- also being Hogwarts greatest trouble maker, along with his brother George.
Fred was soon brought out from his thoughts as Tia's voice cut through his thoughts. "The one and only Fred Weasley," He smiled proudly. Fred was used to this question being asked, he didn't mind it since almost everyone including his family asked which twin was he. "How do you know me Tia" He asked raising a curious brow. "Though, of course everyone knows me and my brother from Hogwarts," He laughed with a proud grin. "Just how do you know me? Since I have clearly never met you before.." Fred said, his eyes looking into hers, for a brief moment before looking away.
Fred shook his head. "When there's an Order meeting, the Weasley's are the first to arrive," He said as if he was slightly bored with the slogan now. He shrugged and said, "It's just me and the family," He said. "Though, Tonks is upstairs with Hermione, Ron, George, and Ginny. Lupin is with dad and mum talking about.. who knows what - cause it's 'top secret' for us kids," Fred said rolling his eyes. "I think Mad-eye would be here tonight, or early morning.. and as for Harry, he'll be here tonight," Fred said with a grin.
|
|
|
Post by NYMPHADORA VULPECULA TONKS on Nov 23, 2010 1:58:41 GMT -5
"Ginny, just be rational about this," said Tonks as she backed out of the room for the two to continue their row. By this time, George had snuck in to further egg on the angry siblings and Hermione had eventually just given up, sitting on one of the bunk beds reading about something or other. "As much as I'd like to take your side, what would Ron possibly want with a pink sock?" Quietly and before anyone could answer her, she shut the door, slowly backing up so as not to alert her evasive maneuvers to the pair. Tonks breathed a small sigh of relief, letting go of the door handle gingerly, as though it would start screaming at her if she wasn't too careful. Which, knowing the House of Black, it very well could've. Tucking a piece of her currently electric violet hair behind her ear, she took another breath, watching each and every step. She had already awoken the painting twice today, and third time was very much not the charm. As Tonks grew farther and farther away from the squabbling Ron and Ginny, she began to hear voices from downstairs. Surely the meeting hadn't already began. Someone would've come and gotten George and the lot from upstairs.
She quietly crept out onto the landing, her eyes watching that damned umbrella stand carefully. Miscalculating that there was another step, her heavily booted foot thumped forward, causing a sickening feeling that her stomach was being dropped. What did Muggles call them . . . rolly - cloaksters or something along those lines. Some odd story her dad had told her when she was young and thought things like cars and Chocolate Frogs that didn't jump out at you were fascinating and wonderfully strange.
It wasn't until she was a good meter or so from the kitchen that she recognized both voices. Tonks bounded into the kitchen, nearly tripping over a doorframe, grinning at the pair. "Tia!" she said, running over to hug the other witch. "Merlin, it's been ages," Tonks continued. She had only met the witch a few times, but she was always kind. And so, Tonks had greeted her like a lifelong friend. Even though it had only been since the before last Order meeting, the latests of which Tonks had to opt out due to Ministry duties. After all, she needed an intact cover. Relinquishing her hold on Tia, she turned to Fred, grinning.
"Not taking the mickey out of her, are ya, Fred?" she asked, winking. This time she was sure it was Fred. It didn't take her that long to pick up, thankfully. Tonks hated getting names wrong. Although, she had wondered on certain occasions if the reason she didn't forget who was who was because she changed her own appearance so much.
((jesus. that turned out bloody long. uh. i don't think i can pull that off every time. |D;; ))
|
|
|
Post by HESTIA CORALINE JONES on Nov 23, 2010 9:38:48 GMT -5
These words would have caused a negative stir in any other Auror, but for Hestia - it only caused her to laugh with slight embarrassment. She was not to proud as to not refuse a truth and frankly, what was the point? It was already obvious that he had startled her and while Hestia knew it was because of her remaining nerves over the night that didn't mean that he did. "Okay, okay. Wipe that smirk off your face." She spoke sheepishly and shook her head at his slight teasing. Really, any one who had had a night like hers would feel the same about their personal protection at the moment.
Returning to the sink, Hestia took the one of the kitchen towels from the counter and wiped the remaining blood from her arm. It was not so worse for wear but still it stung just briefly beneath the skin before a cool feeling of normality return to it's once damaged form. Sighing in relief Hestia turned once more after she heard the Weasley boy, Fred, introduce himself and ask her how she knew him. "I went to school with your two eldest brothers, well that and Molly speaks of you all quite often." Hestia answered him with a friendly smile. When he continued on to her pervious question Hestia's smile only grew. "Of course." It made sense that they were always early but she had never really took much notice before as usually she is one of the last ones in the room....or absent all together. The Ministry had been keeping her quite busy and it had been nearly three months since she had found herself able to attend a live Order meeting. It felt nice to be back with those she trusted. Of course, it was that thought in mind and her attempt to find more to say that Tonks herself came tripping into the kitchen. It brought a large grin to Hestia's face to see her fellow Auror and friend as she accepted her hug only to ensnared within her hold.
"Tonks, mate, how are you?" Her words were slurred with a chuckle but still she managed to continue. "Indeed!" Was all she managed before being released from Tonk's hold and watched as she rounded on Fred in a teasing manner. "Ah, no love. He's been a right gentleman, isn't that right Fred?"[/color]
|
|
|
Post by FRED WEASLEY on Nov 23, 2010 18:37:44 GMT -5
Fred threw his head back, as laughter escaped his lips. "It's alright to be scared," He laughed, obviously teasing her. Eventually, Fred calmed back down, and was left grinning at her. His eyes followed her movements as she picked up the cloth that layed beside the sink, wrapping it around her arm -the one that she ran under the faucet water earlier. "Do you mind me asking, but what happened to your arm?" He asked curiously, and of course his curiousity was the most dominent thing that showed in his eyes followed by his tone.
"Ahh.. Bill and Charlie," He murmured, mostly to himself. He hadn't seen Charlie in a long time, due to the fact that Charlie was in Romania studying dragons, and Bill was too busy spending most of his time with Fleur to visist them. Though, he was expecting to see Bill and Fleur here anytime soon -since they have missed quite a few meetings, and since mum had called; practically yelling at him to pay a visit to the family. Fred laughed, "Now what exactly did mum say?" He asked, always hearing that from other people: 'Molly speaks of you all quite often' or 'Molly talks about you guys a lot'. He didn't mind his mother talking about himself and the others, though he was just curious to hear what she said about them exactly.
A loud thud was heard just outside the hall of the kitchen. Fred's head jerked up, his eyes being lifted away from Tia to find a figure running in the room. A small amused smile lifted up upon his face as the figure turned out to be Tonks, who tripped her way in and came to a huge stop in front of him, her arms flung out into the air, wrapping around Tia. Again, he found it strange how he probably the only one who didn't know of Tia.
Fred smiled at Tonks' words. "You remember me?" He asked slightly surprised. Normally, Tonks would've called him George, even if she had just been talking with George a few minutes ago. Fred's eyes averted to Tia and nodded. "Yes ma'am," He said with a grin. His eyes returned back to Tonks. "What's going on up there?" He asked, as a loud thud was heard and Ginny's voice practically screaming -and from what he heard- at Ron. Then George's voice was heard trying to calm her down as Ron's shouts were heard aswell. Then a loud explosion was heard and Fred sighed. "I'll be right back," He said smiling at Hestia and Tonks. Then he was off, already pulling his wand out as he headed towards the stairs.
[[ooc: thought you guys could talk for a bits xD lol it's fine May]]
|
|
|
Post by NYMPHADORA VULPECULA TONKS on Nov 23, 2010 21:49:46 GMT -5
Tonks snorted, looking at Fred. " 'Course I do! And you obviously remember me," she said, smiling at Fred, hoping it wasn't actually George playing some sort of trick on her. She was about to explain the fury of PMS that was going on upstairs when a loud noise and screaming was heard upstairs. She could nearly see Hermione walking out the room, telling herself repeatedly to 'not get involved this time'. Tonks' eyes got wide and she gave Fred a small wave as he ran off for the stairs, wand out and exasperation evident. "I give him five minutes," she said, looking up at the ceiling curiously.
As soon as he left, Tonks turned back to Tia, grinning. "God, when'd you get 'ere?" she asked. "Actually, never mind that; you're here now. How've you been?" Tonks spoke rather quickly, excited over the fact she was here. Ginny and Hermione and them were all great, Tonks would never trade them, but she was always forgetting that they were still in Hogwarts and so young.
"Have you tripped over that umbrella stand yet? I'm trying to see the thing's genuinely evil or if it's just me." The witch gave a scowl at the though. Thing was trying to give her a right heart attack and get rid of any stealth she still possessed, with the way that damn painting screamed afterwards. Just the way it stuck out seemed to be a recipe for disaster around Tonks.
|
|
|
Post by GEORGE WEASLEY on Dec 3, 2010 17:32:48 GMT -5
[[Bored xP thought i'd join as George lol]]
How could anyone get some sleep with the Ron and Ginny shouting like that at each other!?
George awoke with a start, staring at the ceiling as he heard Ginny's shouts and then a loud bang that shook the whole house. George rolled off of the bed -that was a bit too small for him- and walked out the room. He gripped his wand angrily. This had been the fifteenth time since the two -Ron and Ginny- woke him up. He had honestly hadn't gotten much sleep lately -due to the fact of their shop taking all of his energy out. He walked into the room, and saw a bolt of blue light coming towards him. His intincts kicked in and already he was on the ground.
As a loud bang hit the wall behind him, sending chunks of the wall flying everywhere, George was already on his feet, his expression like a crazy man. "Are you too nuts!??!" He shouted trying to get their attention. Though, nothing was heard from Ron's and Ginny's shouts. His eyes moved towards Hermione who sat there watching. He gave a looked at her for help but she returned a helpless expression and a shrug. He sighed, leaning against the door frame.
Just then Fred had appeared and asked what had happened. "The usual," He said and walked down the stairs. He probably would get better sleep down their on the couch instead of up here between Ron and Ginny's feud. The stairs creaked under his feet, and when he reached the landing he heard Tonk's voice talking with someone else. He walked into the kitchen, and came to a stop right at the doorway. His eyes fell immediately on the stranger.
Though, George was a bit tired to be asking questions so he walked through the kitchen and picked up a biscuit. He bit into it, leaning against the counter as his eyes examined the stranger. Short blonde hair, a little shorter then himself, and dark clothing. He knew it was wrong to stare, but he was half-asleep at the moment.
|
|