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DaniDiNardo · 12-26-2020, 01:45 PM

A bit confused about the plot? Housemates talking about a mysterious something going bump in the night? Here's where YOU can post and catch up on happenings around the castle and in Hogsmeade -- out of character, of course.

This means that unless your student character heard this stuff from other students or witnessed the actual event, your student character doesn't know about it.

Also, this is a reminder to everyone to only post updates on the school plot here. Please do not post the happenings of your student character in here unless it is related to the plot; that should go in the Wizarding World chat thread.

Have fun!

ArianaBlack · 03-21-2021, 12:45 AM

Looks like Hufflepuffs are getting that rescue call right now too!

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Originally Posted by Bazinga

Cassie had gotten to the Common room as quickly as possible once she knew what was going on. The children, no, these weren't just children, they were her children. Each of them, she hoped lessons they had learned would come in handy, because the real world and school was about to clash. Putting her wand up to her throat she made her voice be heard in both dorms and common rooms.

Students, you need to get down to this common room immediately. There is an emergency in the castle and I need you all accounted for. Grab your wands and nothing else. Get to the opening NOW!"

She would get them all moving to safety, but she needed them to hurry.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 03-21-2021, 09:50 PM

^And calling all Gryffindors and Ravenclaws too!

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

A silver bat, just as clumsy as it's caster, bumbles its way into the common room, flapping its wings before LOUDLY speaking to all.

"Students, eerrrrrr it is P-professor Schmoe. H-help is on the way. For your s-s-safety EVERYONE must evacuate the C-c-common Room. Meet me outside. Errr, I will lead you to the Safe Room. THIS IS URGENT. GRAB YOUR WANDS, LEAVE YOUR B-BELONGINGS BEHIND.

HURRY! There is no time to waste."

If there was any doubt as to who the sender was, they would have recognized his voice.

The bat flapped its wings, repeating the message several times over before flying to each of the dormitories to repeat the same message.

AND it looks like the kids that were trapped in the mirrors are free!

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

In all the chaos that ensues, a blast hits the wall that houses the Headmaster's office. The Headmaster himself has already gone to attend to the matter but the damage is done all the same. Shelves are blasted--as is the desk holding the mirrors of a certain few students.

With a loud shattering noise, the mirrors fall to the ground.

With the magic broken, the students are now free to witness what might be the end of the world as they know it.

ArianaBlack · 03-21-2021, 09:51 PM

In continuation of the Room Rescue -- Kids are being taken to the Spare Office right now!

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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

Neva nodded to Gabi, knowing full well that she'd be needing all her healer training during this. She tried not dwell on the inevitability of injuries, though. She couldn't afford to focus on that.

She could hear it more clearly now, the chaos outside. They were out of time for questions and explanations. They were moving now.

"Listen up! We're moving to one of the spare office's on the sixth floor. The other students will join us there as soon as they've been gathered from the common rooms. We'll fortify the room once everyone is in. We're going to work together to keep ourselves safe." That was the plan. The only plan. Keep these kids safe. "Older students, if you feel you're capable of joining this fight, I cannot stop you. It is your choice and yours alone, but I need you to know that these people won't hesitate to strike you down. This is real and it's dangerous out there and I need you to acknowledge that before you make your choice." She looked around at them, the fifth, sixth and seventh years. Took in their faces. She didn't know that they were up for this after everything they'd been through, but it wasn't for her to decide. "Shield charms as we move up through the castle, alright? Stay together. Keep quiet and keep moving no matter what. Don't stop until you're inside that room. Wands at the ready, everyone. Let's go." And with that, Neva lead the group of students out into the corridor after checking to make sure their immediate path was clear.

OOC: Alright friends, students are being moved to this thread where they're going to be kept during the battle. Please remember this thread is for staff and student charries only. You can post your charrie arriving there as if Neva has lead them up through the castle. Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh years have been given the option to fight, so please know that if you choose to throw your older student into battle, that's completely up to you. For those playing younger students, we can't stop you from having your child slip away from the group going to the safe room, but please be realistic about them facing off against the neo-alliance and what dangers that would pose to them!

Thank you guys for sticking with this!

lazykitty · 03-24-2021, 01:53 PM

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Originally Posted by INFERI!

Unthinking and unfeeling, reinforcements for the Neo-Alliance fighters lumber through the castle grounds onto the wooden bridge. The hoard of inferi trample bushes and climb over bounders as if they were grass and pebbles. They make a beeline toward the fray, ready to cause whatever damage they can to the Order of the Phoenix and their allies.

There is no apparent uniformity to the group of animated corpses, the group including both the recently killed Ministry employees Nero Nykto and Milo Jordan and the older decayed corpses of previous victims of the Neo-Alliance. Their one uniting factor now is the Neo-Alliance witch who reanimated each and every one for this very purpose: to fight.

As they make their way onto the bridge, the Inferi reach toward those fighting on the side of the Order of the Phoenix, grabbing and pushing as they go.

And confirmation that Nykto and Jordan are, in fact, dead.

*PhoenixRising* · 03-24-2021, 04:53 PM

RIP in Caleb

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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom

Caleb opened his mouth to say yes, he WOULD watch her back only to see a green light headed towards them. He was quick enough on his feet to push her down a bit though, so the spell zoomed past them. These people were insane!

A grin crossed his face as his spell almost hit the blonde woman, and he held up his arm to cast another. But then, she...surprised him. Perhaps he hadn’t thought about the fact that if the first Killing Curse hadn’t hit, someone could just cast another.

And sadly, no one would know what he thought, because the spell hit its target. Knocked off his feet, Caleb Newell flew through the air and landed with a thud a few feet away, blank eyes staring up into space.

Lifeless.

BUT ... good news, oneeeee of the neo department heads has fallen too

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Originally Posted by Simone Krafft

The kid's fire was getting really hot and Simone was starting to get annoyed. Maybe she should have just taken them out first even if the boss said to keep the kid safe and that they were a good resource. She only worked with certain people and trusted less, but right now she had to keep from burning up and keep from a spell taking her out when she was being distracted by people on her side.

Sending another killing curse towards the group she didn't get to react in time to a stunning spell that came at her and unlucky for Simone just as the stunning spell hit her the rubble that the kid sent at her slammed into her head. A loud crushing sound could be heard before the impact sent the woman flying off the side and down to her death.

Ginevra · 03-25-2021, 09:10 AM

This from the Spare Office!

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Originally Posted by Neo-Alliance Followers

And you thought you were saved.

Barking mad, and wands drawn, a large number of the followers of the Neo-Alliance soon found their way to the spare room. Determined as they were, the shield charm wouldn’t hold long as one after the other shot spells it’s way to take it down.

Laughing maniacally, one of them shouted, “come out, come out, children! Lets play!”

Bazinga · 03-26-2021, 12:50 AM

Another death

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Originally Posted by Fireheart

It was pure chaos.

Grae could barely forge a path ahead for herself in the midst of the flashes and curses. She sent a few knockback jinxes at the pursuing crowd of Neo-Alliance cronies, mixing in a disarming or stunning spell here and there. The former Gryffindor was surprised to see how many followers the group had amassed. She knew they were powerful, but she hadn't realized that their reach was this widespread. The thought disturbed her—the fact that there were so many evil people in this world.

Just as she was about to send a powerful Incarcerous spell toward a particularly mangy-looking follower, an undetermined jinx knocked her off her feet. Her hand bent back at an uncomfortable angle as she tried to save herself from falling. But it was too late. Another stray spell pummeled her shoulder. Searing pain shot down her arm. The scene wobbled in front of her as dizziness set in. Woozy and disoriented, her eyes tried to focus on something—anything. She needed to get closer to the castle. She needed to find her mother. Willing herself to stand up, she stumbled a bit as she attempted to rejoin the crowd.

But not before one of the stray killing curses struck true.

Before she could even let out a scream of terror, a flash of green light hit Grae Fairfield square in the chest.

emjay · 03-26-2021, 01:22 AM

And our beloved Professor Cassie is among the fallen heroes ;___; RIP

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Originally Posted by Neo-Alliance Followers

One wild-looking - and particularly... ripe - Neo-Alliance follower leapt forwards, cackling gleefully, and aimed a wand at woman at the Hogwarts professor (Cassie). "Avada Kedavra!"

For the Greater Good!

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Originally Posted by Bazinga

Leo, it was Leo, her dear sweet husband was there and he didn't look to bad off. That was good, she on the other hand had to look horrible, but there was no time for that. As he hugged her she couldn't help but hug him back even in the middle of a war. "The kids are safe, but we have to keep fighting." She turned and glanced at Nessa, her best friend since she was little and her husband fighting for the school they all worked at together at one time.

A she turned she saw the alliance coming at them, "Watch out." She jumped to sent a shield up to block the wand that was sending spells at Nessa, but with her distraction with Leo and her injuries from the curse she wasn't able to focus on all the people coming at them and a moment to late she heard the words, "Pro.." but nothing else came out, nothing further because she had been hit and she fell to the ground with her wand slipping from her hand and rolling away.

ArianaBlack · 03-26-2021, 02:01 AM

And another one bites the dust ;______;

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Originally Posted by Ginevra

Daisy had finally managed to get back on her feet and was about to fire more spells at the Blaze brothers when she saw a flash of green light emitting from the wand of the man that had tortured her. She fell to the ground, lifeless, her eyes open in a vacant, shocked stare.

ALSO UH, Professor Recard didn't make it into the safe room????

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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom

Gabi had FINALLY gotten to the spare office with her Slytherin students in tow, but as soon as she turned the corner - she found herself face to face with cultists.

Of course.

At least she didn't have to pretend to play nice anymore. "Oh no you don't!" she yelled as she turned the corner, blue eyes practically blazing as she whipped out her wand and started sending stunning spells into the group of Alliance followers. Had she known the other professors had put a protection spell on the room, she would have tried to fortify it, but right now her only goal was to try and take down as many of them as she could. She also had to think about the Slytherins she had behind her, who were in immediate danger being out in the corridor.

Gabi vs. a whole group of cultists? The odds were...well, she was mad, so actually, they should probably be a little scared.

natekka · 03-27-2021, 01:07 PM

Hadley!!!!!!

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

Josephina was wriggling with the inferi, trying to focus on the present and the fact that her fellow order members and order aligned peers were shooting fire at the inferi. She felt like all energy she had go into the battle was completely drained; the gouging spell that Anastasia had sent her way had made contact with her calf thanks to inferi moving her along. "The ... wrong side? I'm ... I'm on the students side. Like always." Hadley managed to breathe out the words in a slow drawl.

She heard Oakey and Minerva in the distance (was it really that distant? Hadley had no idea because everything just seemed so far away and fading). Fight back. Fight back. She wouldn't die by inferi. But she also was pretty sure walking anywhere would be impossible even if she did free herself. Remember why you're here, she closed her eyes trying to focus all her energy on NOT being dragged. Trying to maneuver her wand arm to jab the inferi away and wishing she had mastered wandless magic at that moment. Because potential jabbing with the wand was all she could manage in that moment to hopefully keep the inferi at bay???

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Originally Posted by INFERI!

It was difficult to tell whether their numbers were increasing or dwindling thanks to the growing flames. Struck by the Fire-Making Spells from the newcomer (Stella) and engulfed in the blaze, a couple of inferi crashed into one another and then toppled over the side of the railing and down down down into the ravine below. Some of the fire remained on the wood, devouring its old knots and spreading up towards the roof as the stench of decomposing flesh hung in the air.

The floor creaked beneath a group that descended upon the woman (Josephina) futilely jabbing at the rotting unfeeling bodies. Her wand poked right through and imbedded itself in eye socket of an inferius as it fell on top of her and was joined by another. Then another. And another. And another. And another still. Flames (Minerva) pushed the topmost off and into the dark abyss beyond the bridge, but were soon replaced by others on to the mound. The wood creak in warning as the inferi continued to pile on and the flames relentlessly tore at the integrity of the bridge. One final inferius was all it took for the pile of over a dozen inferi to break the side of the bridge and then fall. And then the pile fell like domino's over th edge and pulled the along woman already in their grasp (Josephina) to her demise as well.

Disoriented and ramming into everything, a trio of flaming inferi stumbled forwards towards the bickering duo (Anastasia & Nemesis) with there long boney fingers clawing at the air.

SarcasticStrawberry · 03-28-2021, 06:00 PM

It looks like some of the Alliance followers have infiltrated the safe room.

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Originally Posted by Neo-Alliance Followers

While half the group focused on the idiotic blonde professor who thought she could take them all on at once, the rest of the group had continued working on the protection spells keeping them out of the office. Their hard work was about to pay off...

The protection spells that had been keeping them out fell in a split second, allowing them entry into the small office. For those who want to fight - here's your chance! And for those who don't...I'm sure there's places to hide in here, right?

~~Just kidding YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM US!~~

The Alliance members let out a CHEER of victory as they started to trickle into the room, laughing maniacally and sending out stunning spells in excitement as they began their attack.

Waddles · 03-28-2021, 09:06 PM

Another former professor/headmistress has fallen

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Originally Posted by Felixir

NEMESIS UPSTEAD: NEO-ALLIANCE

A spell? Any other time, maybe, especially to save themselves, but not right now. That wouldn't do for Burnbridge, even if Nem's arms were starting to strain with the exertion of pulling her up, and the broken floorboards dug painfully into their chest. The remains of the structure fractured and splintered around them. It was easy to take no notice. Effortless.

Although, was someone firing spells this way? Irresponsible. Nem was trying to save a life over here. Or something. At least the Neo-Alliance followers had apparently taken their leave from the bridge, one way or another.

Right, yes, the one thing. "Just to answer your question..." Nem stopped trying to heave the woman up over the side for a moment, endeavoured only to keep her in place as they leaned in a little closer, all the better to rivet their blue eyes unfalteringly on hers. What was it Lucien Rosier had told them? Oh yes. "There is nothing wrong with me." They grinned pleasantly, digging their fingers spitefully into Burnbridge's arms. Seemed they were done here. "Your services are no longer required."

Dropping the smile, face inscrutable once again, Nemesis Upstead let go, shoving Former Headmistress Anastasia Reina Bunbury Truebridge's hands away and snatching at her wand in the process.

"Peace."

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

For a moment, Annie thought, she really thought, that she was going to win this one. Upstead the Umpteenth really had her believing. Look at those icy orbs staring into her soul; surely someone who looked nearly as precious and beautiful and talented and intelligent and fabulous as her (because, obviously, her eyes were sharper, so once again, Nem just wasn't quite on par) couldn't do such a thing to her.

Surely... this was the case.

And surely, just as surely, her narcissism would be her downfall.

The woman's perfectly outlined and lipsticked red mouth opened in a wide O of surprise when Nemesis Upstead let go of her arms (which hurt, by the way; her arms physically and emotionally hurt now; AND now she'd be falling to her grave with blemished skin on her forearms). Bunz fell with only one last word which was really very telling of her personality and outlook on life and everything else:

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!"

Hopefully, the redheaded Queen would stay dead down there at the bottom of the ravine. Because, to be clear, she was.

Dead.

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

With the long, high-pitched squeal of the former Headmistress, the wooden bridge began to splinter properly. Where it once had been merely falling in half, now it was all coming down.

Anyone who did not escape in time would also fall to their doom.

Only the slightest bits of each end of the bridge were left standing at the end of this epic, loud, splintery fall. In fact, a big BOOM could be heard quaking throughout the grounds when the bridge finally came down.

Thus ended former Headmistress Anastasia R. Truebridge, buried, ironically, by a structure of the same name.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 03-30-2021, 03:20 AM

Three more lives lost in the battle

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Originally Posted by Chelliephone

His head was swimming and he wasn't moving nearly fast enough to outrun the coming collapse; his feet far too unsteady. He didn't hear the screams of the former Headmistress' fall, which maybe was a good thing as he didn't know what was coming until the last second.

But that still wouldn't save him from his fate, as the bridge fully went down taking Anakin Amstern with it.

And as he fell, all he could do was hope that when the war was over and the rubble had cleared, someone would find the letters tucked into his jacket that he kept with him for his family.

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Originally Posted by Waddles

When the crucio-ing finally stopped, whether due to the caster being incapacitated by Céline or losing interest, Lars would not know. He lay motionless on the ground for a few moments, exhausted beyond belief. Who knew pain could make you so tired? Not him, he had been lucky enough in his many fruitful years to avoid such intense pain. Until now, he supposed. He took several deep breaths. His grandson he knew could take care of himself, but his little ~~favorite~~ granddaughter? The child wouldn't hurt a mouse. And he didn't even know which house she'd been sorted into, thanks to the moratorium on mail in or out of Hogwarts all year. Another deep breath, and he hoped she had joined his own house of Ravenclaw. It seemed right, she was smart for an eleven-year-old. He heard a boom come from the direction of the castle.

Reinvigorated by his little post-Crucio rest on the ground and his concern about the boom, and encouraged by the thoughts of seeing his two middle grandchildren, Lars crawled around until he located his wand, which he had apparently dropped.

Arming himself hadn't been a priority when he'd been in excruciating pain, you see.

Wand aloft, he rose slowly to his feet. He couldn't move too fast, you see, because he was old and still had a little lingering pain. But he had to get up. He had to move forward. His grandchildren needed him. ~~Nevermind his oldest and youngest granddaughters whom he'd left at home.~~ He took a few steps toward the castle and the boom he'd heard, then saw green flashes of light flying from the direction of one man. Suddenly fueled by adrenaline, the old man leapt out of the way of the first spells, spry in a way he hadn't felt in years.

He wobbled a little, steadying himself by outstretching his non-wand arm.

He reached a little too far.

The green light collided with Lars Svensson's open palm.

His other hand relaxed, dropping his wand. His face slackened. His knees gave out. Lars Svensson crumpled to the ground, collapsing again in a little heap of man. This time he felt no pain.

He was dead.

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Originally Posted by Bazinga

Things just seemed to keep getting worse around here. The alliance seemed to be dwindling, but more kept coming into the castle and then the dead things all around. Julien worked to try to get the fire and take out the dead, but soon he was turned facing the spells yet again. The lighting came close and he dodged it, but then he saw a woman pointing her wand at Torrance.

"Torrance look out." He pushed his nephew out of the way and turned to pull his shield up, but he saw to late another witch sending a spell directed towards him. He only had a moment before the spell hit him and his memory and thoughts stopped and he stood there and blinked. Before he could even finish the blink the killing curse that was intended for his nephew hit him and he fell to the ground.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 03-31-2021, 12:08 AM

Headmaster Lucien Rosier and Minister Charles Hollingberry dueling in the courtyard

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Originally Posted by Lucien Rosier

He was not surprised the hour had come.

Lucien had always known that the greatest visions must go through their own baptism by fire and had known that with what many would consider such a radical view, there would be a time when he and his followers would need to fight for what they believed in. That the time was now was of little consequence to him. Now, next week, a year from now, the man was ready to fight for a better world. That the others could not see his vision was...disappointing, but again he was not surprised.

The headmaster stormed across the courtyard, wand drawn and senses firing on overdrive. On his way down, he had seen several pockets of fighting. Even on the way down, he had had to dodge wayward spells being thrown out of the castle.

It was time to make the ultimate stand and he was ready.

This was the culmination of all his hard work and he was ready to see an end to this—the right end. It was the beginning of a new dawn for the wizarding world.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

His heart as heavy as his steps, Charles felt the weight of each fallen individual on his shoulders as he fought (disarming and stunning only) his way forward in search of Lucien. Each time a spell struck a body, he felt it in his own flesh and a piece of him shriveled with each set of whites that left the eyes of someone fighting for what they believed in. Aided in his charge forward, the efforts of his supporters contributing greatly to his relatively unscathed appearance, the Minister nonetheless now found himself stepping into the courtyard alone. His wand clenched in his hand, and dear sweet Alphonsine’s still tucked away in the pocket of his robes, Charles pivoted as he saw the brother barreling forward like a raging (and just as explosive) Erumpent.

“ROSIER!” he barked, his skin beginning to morph once more into dragon scales along his neck and down his arms as a preemptive defense. “Rosier! We can end this...here and now. Just you and me. It does not have to be this way...there is still time.” To say that he was pleading with the man would not be a false assessment. “Your sister, Alphonsine, she spoke passionately of your cause...I could feel her pain…and yours by extension...” And he felt as though he could understand, rather intimately which made the Minister see just how alluring the Neo-Alliance’s cause could be. If just one or two things in his own life had turned out differently, he could see how he could be standing in the very same position Lucien found himself in now. “...you and I are not so different, Lucien. It’s not too late…”

Charles lowered his wand as an act of good faith and extended his other to Lucien, like a father offering their hand to a son who had just fallen and scraped their knee.

“...it’s not too late…”

lazykitty · 04-02-2021, 03:02 PM

Lucien Rosier is no more......

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

His lungs burned and, as he writhed like a worm on a hook, Charles subconsciously wondered when the last time he had taken a breath had been. It felt like it had been an eternity ago and through the searing white Charles continued to seek out familiar faces and voices to try and quell his agony even a little. To nurture this weary heart of his that relentlessly drummed in his chest and refused to stop beating. And then something peculiar happened just as the pain felt like it could get no worse: dissipated like fog off a haunting lake. At first his soul dared hope that Lucien was coming around, showing a bit of mercy, but his mind spoke more fervently. The pain was still present, but it no longer encumbered him and soon Charles had managed to roll on to his side. He could feel his wand in his hand. The cold and hard stone beneath his back. The flames that burdened the architecture and bathed his beaten body in their heat. Resisting the pain Cruciatus Curse was not unheard of, but for the agony to dwindle was either due to the intent of the caster or...a betrayal of the wand they wield...

Seeing the bits of shattered glass upon the ground, reflections flames and lightening sky as the sun rose over the horizon catching just so, Charles' gaze soon fell on Malachi and his resolve strengthened further. Skeptical at first, Airey Flamsteed had been been right to aim for the pockets. Seeing the young man so broken twisted the Minister's insides terribly, a flash of Kaiser crumbled to the floor in his office overlaid the scene (and his own memory even went so far as to torture him with the crumbled body of Yukie after his family was done with her), and his spirit held out hope that the man was still alive. It would be senseless to keep him in a mirror prison otherwise and was all the more pertinent that he retrieve him before Lucien tried to use another of Charles' pseudo son's as leverage in this twisted war.

Charles had no choice but to face the reality that he could not save Lucien. He could not appeal to the humanity of this man and therefore his sentence sealed. And the man who passes the sentence must swing the fateful blow.

Arm thrusting forward while pushing himself into a crouching position, His chest heaved, the wound in chest only aggravated by the movement, and the lingering influence of the Cruciatus Curse causing the old man to feel as though his head were going to split in two. Charles grit his teeth threw everything he had (all his devotion, love, and passion to protect) into his motions as he cast a powerful Knockback Jinx towards Lucien, one with enough gusto behind it to even push the Minister's body back from the recoil.

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Originally Posted by Lucien Rosier

He didn't hear the spell coming his way, didn't see the minister raise his wand in his direction. It all came back to him in disturbing flashes. His parents. The failure of the wizarding system. The audacity of muggles....prancing about...

Lucien had no time to react before he was thrust backward with enough force to to crack just about every bone in his back as he crashed against a burning pillar on the edge of the courtyard. The wind entirely knocked out of him, the man's vision began to blur and his chest heaved with much effort to get in a breath in this smoke filled area of the school.

Blood came with each cough.

His vision, the better world he wanted for all, it was all fleeting. The dream was fast falling through his fingers like sand on the beach he would visit upon a time with his family in his young years.

It was almost laughable.

The man groaned, making every effort to rise to his feet. The cracking sound that came from behind was not heard until it was too late.

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

The pillar, compromised by fire, could not withstand event he remnants of such a powerful knockback jinx. The last of its integrity crumbled when the cult leader's back shattered against it causing the entire structure to come toppling down atop the weakened man.

Dust rose with the smoke, rubble falling in every direction.

When it all settled, an eerie silence overtook the battered courtyard. The man would rise no more.

Bazinga · 04-03-2021, 01:46 PM

Inferi! Out

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Originally Posted by INFERI!

The three inferi who had not yet caught fire were now also burning, thanks to the nonverbal Confringo from the witch Bryony. Now flames blazed on all six inferi, though some were decidedly more scorched than others, relative to how long they’d been on fire.

The freezing charm (Oakey) hit two of the inferi, who immediately stopped bumbling about. Frozen in their tracks, they continued burning, becoming more and more obviously charred as the corpses continued their cremation.

The additional spells from Vi Salander caused the remaining inferi to fall to the floor, where they continued to burn.

As the fires burned on the inferi, even those that hadn’t been immobilized stopped moving. The charred remains of the Neo-Alliance’s victims were no longer viable weapons for the Neo-Alliance’s resident necromancer. As the fires started to burn themselves out on the corpses, the last of the victims’ bodies were freed from the spell. The inferi were no more.

Ummm Charles *wibbles*

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

And then it was over.

Charles’ potent Knockback Jinx struck true, Lucien catapulted backwards, the sound pillars cracking and beginning to topple like dominos… The Minister struggled to pinpoint the source of the nausea that swept over him as he tore his gaze away from the scene, unable to bear witness to Lucien’s demise and the white hot pain from the curse morphing into the ache of moral culpability that would haunt Charles for as long as he remained of this world. Once he turned back, all the man could see was a pile of rubble and the Elder Wand abandoned just before it.

He crumbled to his knees with any attempt to stand, leaving the man with the only option to unsteadily pull himself across the ground towards Malachi first. “Welcome...home...my...boy…” he wheezed as one of his disfigured hands took the headmaster’s in his own and squeezed it tenderly. The dragon scales that had once so prominently marked parts of his skin began to fade and retract as Charles continued to weaken from his wounds. His enchantments around the courtyard as well began to melt away, allowing for the thick smoke to escape at last and breath fresh air into the space. With another feeble couple of tugs forward, Charles managed to reach the Elder Wand and gingerly took it. Eyes stinging from more than just the smoke and physical pain, he looked upon the rubble and let out a series of strained croaks intended to be sobs; his heart shattering just a bit more.

Managing to roll on to his back, which provided him with ample view of his magical barriers melting away and the sun rising fully over the horizon. He had promised that he would send a signal when the duel was over, a celebratory Vermillious to draw the eye to his location, but Charles felt another more necessary action was needed. He had, after all, not come all this way alone and those who had battled along with him and covered his back so he could enter the courtyard alone would know where to find him.

And Malachi.

And Lucien.

Closing his eyes, the slash across his chest throbbing with each beat of his heart, Charles focused his thoughts on the day he first became a father and he cradled Ryunosuke in the palm of his mighty hand. The day he became a father to a daughter after having three sons. The day he became a grandfather for the first time. The memories filled him like a warm cup of tea on a dreary rainy morning and the memory of tiny tiny hands coiling around his finger cheered his soul on. Tears leaking down his battle worn leathery cheeks but the joy within him unfolding like a flower blooming in spring, Charles smiled faintly to himself and wielded the Elder Wand to conjure a trio of silvery wispy opossums. “...hello there...old friends…” he breathed out though half closed eyes, the Elder wand slipping into his pocket now alongside Alphonsine’s. “...tell them...tell them…” His voice trailed off into that of a faint whisper that only the patronuses could acknowledge.

And then they were off, scattering in different directions as they dashed away to follow their master’s ardent charge.

Charles remained on the ground beside Malachi, holding on to consciousness for as long as he could, watching the sun continue its journey across the sky as a new dawn did indeed begin...but soon he felt too heavy and his eyes closed. The hand on his chest slipping and falling to his side among the stone, scorched root, and rolling ash.

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

Lumbering forward, leaping over rubble, darting around little patches of flame and inferi, and running through the legs of several people appeared a silvery wispy opossum. It scaled several obstacles before settling on a perch to present itself to the rowdy and hostile crowd. And then the voice of the Minister, strained but strong, erupted out of the spirit guardian’s open mouth.

“Citizens...supporters and members of the Neo-Alliance...and supporters and members of the Order of the Phoenix alike...please...I implore you, lay down your wands. Lucien Rosier, leader of the Neo-Alliance, has fallen. This battle of divergent ideals and ideologies must cease. The path forward for the Neo-Alliance is at its end … though not without hope for clemency upon negotiation. This war is over. Rise to a higher dignity...and lay down your wands … so that no more of our people must die...so that we may restore peace…”

It’s tail uncoiling from around its roost, the opossum began to climb down but dissipated into thin air before reaching the ground.

The end is here! Victory is in the Order!

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Originally Posted by Neo-Alliance Followers

The alliance were fewer and fewer with many being dropped by spells and some even deciding to run early, but the ones that were still fighting were fighting hard. Sending spells out left and right towards anyone, especially the man (Ronan) that was in their way. What caught a few of their attention was when the Inferi were no more and a few slowed up and looked towards each other then the unthinkable happened.

In a moment all their hope drained out of them, in just an instance it was obvious they were not going to win and that their leader was gone. A few witches threw themselves to the ground in sobs, while a few wizards tried to pull them to their feet to get the hell out of there before they were captured. Ones that were aware of what would happen laid down their wands and put their hands up in a surrender, but many took off to get away from the castle and to go into hiding.

*PhoenixRising* · 04-07-2021, 03:56 PM

Untraditional speech given by .... Headmaster Trent's healer, it seems

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Originally Posted by Healer Poppy

Poppy had come the moment the war was over. The VeRy MoMeNt she was told of the happenings and the state the school was in. That some children remained was nothing short of an aaaaabsolute miracle.

They needed her.

Unfortunately, up until now, Poppy was too busy behind the scenes. Taking Trent's personal care into her own hands, the woman was away at St. Mungo's more often than she was not. The man tried insisting he come to the final feast but the healer was having none of it. Goodness, no. Malachi Trent fancied himself a chivalrous Gryffindor. He still had the interest of the children at heart, despite the frantic way he flinched away every time she so much as showed him a mirror.

No no no, she would handle this for him and set things to right.

"Good eeeeevening, dearies!" She chimed, making her way down the centre tables. Behind her floated baskets of freshly baked melon and strawberry bread. They settled along each table, enough for the little dears. There was no need for them to STARVE while they waited on the speech. Her Hufflepuff heart wouldn't allow it.

"Good evening, good evening."

Approaching the dais, Poppy took the spot where the Headmaster usually sat....an...unusually wide grin in place. Her eyes shone with all the healing goodness she could offer.

Blue eyes caught the Healer pin on the blonde's (Gabi) just a seat over. It matched the one she now wore.

"Attention. Atteeeeention!" She waited for the students to settle...not that it took much. They all looked like someone had died!

Too soon?

"You're no doubt wondering WHO I am. I'm Healer Poppy and I've been assigned by the Hogwarts Board of Governors in these oh so trying times. I want you all to know that I'm here for you and will continue to be here for you--as long as you all need. I know things don't feel right but they will be, never you worry. Help yourself to some pre-feast snacks. You must be starving. I don't know why they wouldn't just feed you." She paused a moment to spare the Professors seated a glance, not a judging one per se but there was some tutting.

"The decorations no doubt make it clear, House Gryffindor has won the house cup, though I can't imagine that's important at a time like this! We'll be saying goodbye to our Seventh Years--those that chose to stay til the end but I'll be seeing the rest of you bright and early," in the evening, "come September. I don't want to hassle you with too much and know you've all just had the woooorst time. Could not be worse if you prayed for worse, oh Merlin. We've lost many. We have. I hope this will be a summer of healing and I'll be right here when the new term starts. Let's all eat."

With a clap of her hands, more food arrived and the feast was officially on. that settled, Poppy stretched her hand past the flying man to extend it to the school healer. "HI! Healer Poppy! I think we'll be seeing a lot of each other!"

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