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Post by Alenia on Mar 26, 2007 21:55:46 GMT -5
The splintered door to the pub opened slowly and rang the pathetic little bell dangling by a thread from the frame. Amora wiped the dirt from the door off of her hands and onto her robe. Her blue eyes darted across the scene in front of her. Nothing but dust, broken down smigglers and broken furniture. Who she was looking for clearly hadn't arrived yet.
'You've got to be kidding.' Amora rolled her eyes as she edged around the fat man with the boler hat. 'Of all the crummy and scudge infested rat hole pubs in Knockturn Alley, it had to be this one. A faceless, under cared for shack whose very walls were bending under the weight of the roof.' Of course she wasn't expecting it to be a very upstyle place, it was supposed to be a secret meeting afterall. If any of the Wizengamot saw her with who she was meeting, she'd be sentenced for life. After dodging four rickety tables and several witches trading Austrian Fire Doxies for kappa eggs, Amora managed to settle herself in a rather stable looking booth. It was out of view of the door, and far enough from the three witches to be out of earshot. The lamp three tables away illuminated only half of the booth, and shaded the other. It was perfect for the meeting about to take place.
Amora considered calling over the bar man, but she needed the least amount of attention drawn to herself as possible. Even so, she sat on the side in view of the other customers, in the light, and left the other seat open for her awaited guest. Yeah she was excited to be seeing him again, of course, as far as she knew, he was still out of Azkaban, but still on the run, then again, it didn't serve as much of a deal considering the state of things. He could probably walk around freer, but still, she was anxious as to whether he'd make it or not.
Amora tucked what hung down of her black bangs behind her ear and readjusted the pins in her bun. It was a nervous tick, sweeping her hair out of her face, but no one seemed to consider her a threat, anymore. For years she'd held her cover as a Wizengamot member, siding with Dumbledore and opposing Fudge. As far as everyone at work knew, despite being a member of Slytherin, she had turned completely for their side. 'Fools.'
Again she glanced hastily around, searching for a small sign, a flash of silver, a blur of grey. Though with her obscured view, nothing was visable in the dingy pub. Once more she swept at her bangs, though no bangs were in her face and sighed. Her nerves only ate at her when it involved Rorin.
Against her better judgement she walked to the bar and ordered a drink. Her mouth was working subconsciously, and she picked at the peeling wood until the barman brought her a rather rancid looking glass of what she assumed to be firewhisky, only it was green. With drink in hand she turned and paced slowly back to her booth. She glanced again at the door, then sat. Out of the shadowed seat, two silver orbs peered directly at her.
((how's that for a start ;cD ))
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Post by Nova on Mar 26, 2007 23:17:26 GMT -5
Rain. The giver of life. It flows and winds in many forms throughout the world, perceived in many ways. It can be a vapor, a liquid, and a solid. It washes away old things and brings life anew, gives second chances to things once ruined.
If only it could be so with Rorin's life.
But his life was not water, and his problems could not be simply washed away. He had gotten involved in some pretty horrific things. Things he did not care to speak to anyone about, and these days talking was not something he did a lot of. Now the only sounds he made were the incantations for powerful and dark spells, utterances to his master, and the painful screams he let loose as the dark mark upon his arm scorched him.
Rorin had chosen his path in life, and he did not regret it, but sometimes he wished there was another way, a chance to give him a lifeline away from it all. Yet he knew there was no such thing.
With the stars twinkling high in the sky and the clouds swirling in endless succession in the heavens above Rorin couldn't help but give a rare smile. He was in a cheerful mood and it was nice tonight, and he had nothing of great importance to do. At this point in time he was sitting on a grassy hillside outside of Hogsmeade stargazing because he had nothing better to do.
After a while he decided that maybe it was time to head back. Letting loose a sigh at the thought of giving up his momentary peace and solitude he nonetheless gathered himself up and apparated back to village.
Sand blew down the street and plastered against his body as the wind blew fiercely before dieing down.
Rorin pulled his cloak tighter and began the long trudge down the street toward his home...only to fully realize what time it was. He was late. How long had he sat upon that hilltop? He had a meeting tonight...and not only had he waited too long, he had gotten caught up in his thoughts and forgot he even had to be anywhere.
Once more, he closed his eyes and vanished with a pop, only to reappear a moment later in Knockturn alley, outside the pub.
Rorin stooped and pulled his hood up, hiding his face, and slipped into the pub and over towards Amora, looking up at her surrepeticiously.
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Post by Alenia on Mar 26, 2007 23:49:12 GMT -5
Though his sudden appearance startled her slightly, Amora was used to it. No one, especially not Rorin, would pass the opportunity for a spontaneous entry. Even though it was the arrival of her long time friend and more so, she still did not slip away from her cool additude too easily. Though, inside she was sure it was her old friend, she couldn't be positive completely that it was him. Even though she wasn't really under suspicion, it was still possible that someone would try to find out something from her ministry comings.
"Hey." She said nonchalantly, "So I can see that you're well, even if you are a bit late. How're things going?" She tried to make her expression friendly, but her eyes reeked of insecurity. Delving into people's minds, or Legilimency, wasn't really Amora's forte. Though she was a rather skilled occlumens she hadn't prepared, and for all she knew, whoever, if it wasn't Rorin, could be exploring her thoughts and emotions, taking all they needed. Without a thought she cleared her mind of all thoughts except Wizengamot events. Quickly she sweped at her bangs, though they remained firmly behind he ears. Hopefully, if it was Rorin, he would know that as a sign of nerves. Then again, if he thought it wasn't her, who knew. That was typically her, thinking of every scenario, despite the true outcome.
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Post by Nova on Mar 27, 2007 0:05:02 GMT -5
For a moment Rorin wondered at the wisdom of wearing his cloak pulled up with the hood. Surely, it hid his identity well enough, but if he used Legilimency or simply had an outburst of emotion or even curiosity they would glow because of his being a werewolf...and this would be sure to draw the attention of unwanted people nearby.
Rorin easily realized she was in fact Amora, she had her look, voice, and smell. It had been a while, but those were things he would never forget. He took a seat across from her, keeping his face well back in the shadows of his hood, in case of curious onlookers.
"Hello to you as well. Keep you voice to a whisper, I'll be able to hear you over everyone else, and I too will speak no louder than necessary. We cannot be too careful in the presence of unknowns."
Rorin lowered his voice as he glanced from side to side, his acute senses on the alert for anyone suspicious...and his eyes lingering on those of everyone for a moment, as if to determine their intent.
"I would ask about big news happening's, but I am rather more interested in you. I am often part of the news itself, and it is with my everyday...but you are not. How are you? Have you been well? Anything exciting happening with life? Come, fill me in, for I am curious!"
Roy looked straight ahead at her and gave an amused smile with the corner of his mouth.
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Post by Alenia on Mar 27, 2007 0:40:49 GMT -5
His cool voice broke through the small silence and Amora felt immediately positive. 'It's him.' Amora dropped her guard slightly, no need to fear someone your already close to. Again she was overcome with that strange excitement, a familiar yet new sensation. She wasn't really psychic, but she could tell something interesting would definitely happen that night. 'Just like old times.'
"I've been well. Though, I've been worried about you. They talk about all these captures, and since you've moved out, I guess I haven't seen much of you. I was hoping that the only way I'd see you would be this, and not as a trophy for some vengeance filled auror." A small shudder at the thought ran through her mind, and a quick flash of a five week old newspaper met her thoughts. It was some "honourable auror" they named, holding the head of a werewolf with absolute pride. She'd already taken care of him, but the thought that ran through her mind on seeing the image again hit her. She brushed it out and returned to the conversation.
"I still brey as a mule of the ministry, but they're too daft to really see as who I am. I haven't met suspicion. It's been woefully dull though. Makes me sort of ache for our seventh year again." Amora smiled thoughtfully. "How long has it been though? We haven't met like this in ages. Despite the secrecy, it's great to see you."
She flashed a coy smile, her mind passed to a thought she usually had around him. It wasn't easy to sneak up on her, yet his appearance always caught her off guard, even today. Amora then realized that part of that initial shock was the thought he was even alive at all, which confused her still. She knew he was a master at survivng, he'd done so thus far. Again the newpaper flashed in front of her, then the view of the auror's lifeless body at her feet. Either way, past was past, does bad to linger.
Amora swigged from her glass and grimaced. Never had she tasted a drink so putrid as this. Playfully she prodded, "I think we should've chosen a better pub for this. Who knows, maybe someone's fixing in on our conversation at this moment. Then again, I don't know any place that serves better slime than this." She slid her glass away and glanced at Rorin, expectantly, though not really sure what she was waiting for.
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Post by Nova on Mar 27, 2007 1:01:54 GMT -5
Rorin cocked his head to the side and looked at her thoughtfully for a long moment.
"There is no one listening. Or if they are they hear nothing that excites them. All heart rates in the room are steady." Rorin closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again and flashing a rare smile at Amora.
"Ah, how I do miss Hogwarts. We had quite the time, we did. Before everything got turned upside down by out of school politics. Those were the best times of my life Amora. Due largely in part to you of course."
Rorin took another look around the pub and took a sniff. It smelled vile, especially to his senses. "Yes we perhaps could have found a far better pub than this. Maybe we should go somewhere else entirely? I have no desire to be here. Leaving would in fact be...most preferable."
He rose as silent and swiftly as though he were not even there. "Shall we?"
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Post by Alenia on Mar 27, 2007 1:17:41 GMT -5
Amora had to hide her smile, of course he would know if there was a possible threat in the pub. The thought of leaving only increased her excitement, and pleased her. She stood gracefully and nodded at Rorin, then followed him outside the pub into the moonlit alleyway. The alley's light was a rather awkward from the dim lighting in the run down pub behind her.
She glanced up at the star strewn sky and smiled. A lazy whisp of cloud sidled in the glow of the half moon. "Ah, where will we venture on this fine evening? Hopefully out of here, there's nothing but bottomfeeding black market sellers and illegal smugglers. It's almost like an infestation. Perhaps somewhere more open, where, maybe we could afford a fresh bit of air without having to choke out dust." A hint of a laugh let out and she smiled thoughtfully. "Let's see, where should we go? Any particular place in mind? I honestly can't think of much, and I'd rather stay outside then return to my house."
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Post by Nova on Mar 27, 2007 1:43:38 GMT -5
Once out in the street, Rorin immediately checked the shadows for anyone nearby.
Upon finding no one, Rorin's thoughts immediately went to his favorite hilltop a few miles outside the village of Hogsmeade. He and Amora had been there a few times together during their Hogsmeade visits from Hogwarts, and had played there earlier on, and later just sat eating their sweets from Honeydukes while they planned ways to get what they wanted and get a laugh back up at the school.
Rorin leaned over and whispered this in her ear, before he apparated, leaving a spot of darkness in his wake.
A moment later he was on the hilltop, and he looked, listened, and smelled for anyone nearby. But after a short search, no one was to be found. Rorin grinned indulgently to himself, and against the tree, waiting on Amora to make her appearance.
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Post by Alenia on Mar 27, 2007 2:09:22 GMT -5
Amora grinned in the moment that passed between hearing their destination and Rorin's disappearance. That hill was probably the most reminiscent part of her past. Ah, the hours spent just lazing about that hill top. It was a perfect place, and she wondered why she hand't thought of it.
For a few seconds, Amora felt uneasy about apparating. It was common knowledge amongst ministry workers that every travel method, including apparation and floo were watched amongst ministry personnel. Ever since the Ministry was broken into, and even infiltrated by inside members, they had become more careful. Still this didn't often affect Amora as she usually cloaked her traveling style. Of course, as late as it was, and considering the night, no one would be monitoring wizengamot members.
After a quick check to make sure no one was around she disappeared from the alley with a miniscule crackle and appeared on the hill top miles away, next to Rorin. "Good choice. This place didn't even pass through my mind. It's nice and secluded too, plus, the sky is clear from here."
The moon hadn't yet crested at its climax above, which meant that it hadn't yet reached 1 am. The sky was clear and that added a blue twinge to each star. Amora settled herself on the grassy hill and patted the patch of grass next to her. "It's a beautiful night for star gazing, don't you think?"
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Post by Nova on Mar 27, 2007 2:30:23 GMT -5
A beautiful night for star gazing.
Rorin gave Amora a peircing look. "A night it certainly it. And indeed, it is good to gaze upon things which are beautiful." Rorin gave a half smile as he settled next to her and leaned his shoulder against hers to relax, just like they always had.
"It's nice to think there are still moments like this in life, where one can be at peace, even in times such as these. Often I wonder about my own fate...with all that has happened...and I think, surely, it must be written in the stars."
Rorin tilted his gaze to the stars and let out a soft sight, feeling both the cool of the wind and the warmth of Amora, and seeing only the awe of the stars.
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Post by Alenia on Mar 27, 2007 2:52:44 GMT -5
Amora's mind drifted away. The stars and Rorin were all thet were important and the cares of the world slipped beyond grasp. She glanced between constellations watching stars blink in and out, as if they were speaking in morse, radiating to each other their beauty.
"It's been too long since we've done this." Amora was thinking aloud, "Perhaps this would be good as a monthly event. When the war is over, I suspect we won't be able to do this at all." The breeze rustled leaves while nightime creatures rustled in the distance. Her eyes followed a cloud as it swirled overhead and disappeared into the haze. Though she was proud of her position as a spy for the Dark Lord, sometimes she wondered what it would feel like to be free of everything, like the cloud, and just live life through lazily. "Ah, to be a carefree cloud on a beautiful night such as this. Seeing the stars above, and the world below." Amora caught sense of the world again as she felt Rorin shift beside her, " Oh, forgive me, I didn't really realize I was talking aloud."
The silence grew, in multitude. 'Wait, what happened to the wind.' Amora became alert, had she missed something? But then she heard the creatures again and calmed down. The hazy mist hanging overhead gathered itself back into a cloud and scooted along in a slipstream. She focused back at the stars, but in the corner of her eye she could see she wasn't the only one now on edge.
"Rorin," she whispered, "I think-" Crack after crack eploded in the silence as auror after auror emerged from all slopes of the hill. A single choral tone that ws the combined auror's voices belted "Stupefy!" Amora was forced to the ground, streams of red narrowly missing her head. She could feel her hand in her robes around her wand, but her eyes were closed, she had to wait until the barrage ended to do anything.
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Post by Nova on Mar 27, 2007 12:27:14 GMT -5
All hell broke lose.
One minute Rorin was sitting in companionable silence with Amora, the next thing he knew, a stunning curse was bouncing off of his chest. Lucky him, werewolves are rather resilient to stunning spells...otherwise he'd be tumbling down the hill prone right now.
Rorin let a snarl escape his lips as he bounded upwards to his feet and into a half crouch, his shield enveloping him. Rorin could hear a man behind and to his right, beginning to mutter a stunning spell...well he couldn't very well let him do that, could he?
Faster than thought, he whipped about and had his own wand trained on the man in an instant. "Crucio!"
Rorin turned about, noting the others as his cruciatus curse worked on his first target. He wondered briefly where Amora was, and looked back to where she had lain, and there standing over her was an auror with his wand trained on her. Forgetting about magic for the time being, he simply leaped the distance separating them and buried his fist into the man's jaw, sending him soaring backwards quite some distance.
He turned again to face the rest of the attackers, wondering if Amora was okay, but knowing very well that she could hold her own.
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Post by Alenia on Mar 27, 2007 14:50:48 GMT -5
Amora rolled just as Rorin tackled the Auror previously next to her. The auror flew away and Amora used this temporary distraction to reposition herself in a half kneel. She trained her wand on a wizard some few yards away, she didn't need to say anything, she made a violent slashing motion with her wand at the man. Violet flames shot at the man's face and chest. A grim smile of satisfaction passed Amora's lips as the man crumpled to the ground. But there was no time to be admiring her handiwork, Amora spun, still keeping low and dodging various spells.
It wasn't easy work to weave out of the way, there were at least forty of them, and they were all aimed at her and Rorin. She couldn't see Rorin anymore and the dodgerolling was making her dizzy. A stubby man fixed his wand at her and screamed out "Stupefy" Amora responeded with "Protego" and a smirk. Now she was to respond, "Transmogrify!" The man's hand began to swell and his head shrank, evey bone is his body distorted and he fell to the ground gasping and heaving in pain. Transmogrifian torture was a terrible thing.
Amora wheeled again, where once there was a gap in the circle, someone would immediately box it back up again. Amora started focusing on one condensed area all the while sheilding her back. Several aurors she simply tortured, others, she removed fingers. It made it so much easier when your opponent couldn't grasp their wand. However she tried though, an opening never stayed that way for long. She considered changing into a cat to escape, but it would do no good.
In the tulmult of spells being shouted and the flashing lights overhead, Amora had completely lost sight of Rorin. She blocked another stunning spell and edged back into the complete center of the circle. Her eyes darted around constantly watching the aurors firing wildly into the circle. Amora aimed at entire section of the circle and shouted a conjunctivitis curse, their eyes went hazy and they began shooting blindly. If only she could hit them all with it at once. One of the blind aurors was firing spells directly at the other side of the circle, several were blasted away with a redutor curse. Hopefully the blind aurors' spells would find their targets in their own comrades.
Amora rolled away from the blind wizards and began picking off the aurors who were still madly firing into the ringed-off area. Overhead, dust from the misfired spells clouded the scene and created a poor veil. The amora thought, fog was what they needed, dense fog. 'If only it wasn't such a beautiful night.'
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Post by Nova on Mar 27, 2007 15:15:14 GMT -5
And the battle went on. Rorin had leapt nimbly about, dodging and firing curses of all sorts, but it seemed to be getting them nowhere, and after the mindless drown had continued for a moment, he had to resort to new ideas.
Already he had been hit with a number of curses, there were simply too many for him to dodge, eve n with his speed, and while he may be resilient to the stunning charm, there was no way he could continue to take this many and not begin to feel somewhat light headed.
Becoming somewhat eager in his attempt to finish this, Rorin renewed his shielding charm and turned, leaping up onto a low branch in the tree on top of the hill. Once there he crouched and took a moment to glance at himself. Parts of him were bruised over, and some bloodied and scratched, by the rocks and debris cutting at him from the current of the spells. Others were from the spells themselves, cutting and tearing and blasting. But already, they were beginning to heal over at an incredible pace, and Rorin felt his head begin to clear and his energy to return.
His eyes glowed a fiery red from the shadows of the tree, and the next moment he was leaping through the air, his wand pointed at a large cluster of their attackers..the words of his favorite charm forming on his lips.
"ENCORTAE!" The old trusty mass knockback charm. Rorin watched them scatter like leaves and followed his curse up with a Reducto, the spell crushing bones in its wake.
Some bold auror had stepped forward, and caught him off guard with a passus curse in the eyes. Rorin let out a howl of pain, and his incredible werewolf temper took over, sheathing his wand in his robes...he dove forward into the mist of the aurors, tearing at them with his bare hands, an animal gone wild in their midst.
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Post by Alenia on Mar 27, 2007 16:11:56 GMT -5
Amora turned as scores of aurors were blasted away in a massive force paralleled only by the charging of a thousand bulls. A figured divebombed the aurors wildly attacking them, ruthless, yet efficient. Rorin. Amora grinned inwardly, 'If he keeps it up, he'll have killed more of them than me. We can't have that now.' The other 15 odd wizards who were still firing from the opposite end of the ambush, now intent mostly on hitting Rorin, were her next target.
She focused her wand at a height about mid shin on each wizard in a portion of the circle. With a lengthwise sweeping motion she uttered "Sectusempra". Man after man fell with a cry of pain as deep gashes appeared below their knees. They buckled under the pain. The blind wizards wheeled confused at all of the sound and shot spells madly every which way. Now there were only about 10 of them still going at it as Rorin visciously tackled the others.
Three of the aurors still fighting looked at eachother then nodded. Amora didn't know what sort of thing they were planning, but it seemed bad. She raised her wand in their direction, but suddenly, on of the blind wizards hit the target. Her wand flew from her hand and landed some six feet in the opposite direction. Hastily she dived at it and scrambled it up into her hands. She faced the three wizards again, two men were shielding the third as he began to recite an incantation. Then Amora realized it, they were going to signal for help.
Amora stood and faced the two wizards, each poised with a wand. They planned to duel anyone who tried to stop them. Her heart beat full of malice each step, she needed to stop them, any more forces would spell doom. The auror on the left raised his wand and began to voice an incantation. With her wand pointed square at the man she voiciferated "Avada Kedvra". The jet of green light shot from her wand a collided with the man square in the chest. He collapsed in a heap, eyes lifeless and cold.
'One down, two to go,' the other man had already begun to voice his curse "Impedimenta!" Amora rolled her eyes, it bounced pointlessly off of her shield and she glared at the man. "Honestly, if that's the best the ministry can afford, I think there's a serious problem." She grinned again "Reducto." The word slid off her tongue and the man was blown sideways and landed with a terrible crunch on the ground some yards to the right. For her sheer enjoyment she pointed at him and whispered "crucio." He writhed in pain and shrieked, but then she stopped. The third man, she had forgotten.
Quickly she turned back to the last man standing from the huddle. She raised her wand at the man and violently slashed at the air. The familiar violet flames shot towards his chest and spanned it. He gasped and gave his wand a final wave. A green canary flew out of the tip and sped off. The man gave a defiant laugh and fell to the gorund, dead.
'Damn!' She pointed her wand at the twittering little thing and cried "Incendio." A ball of flames shot from her wand and headed towards the bird. She watched them as the hit its tail, but then swerved off. The bird's tail was singed, but it wasn't dead. The ministry would send help. They needed to get away.
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