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Dec 27, 2016 18:57:54 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 18:57:54 GMT -7
@lestrange nik felt his wand slipping a little in his hand as he gripped it tightly as it was aimed at his father's chest. the blood that was dripping from various places was running down his arm now and it made holding onto his wand a little difficult but as if his wand knew what he needed to do, it wasn't making a difference to the casting. he had his foot pressed into his father's chest, listening to the noise coming out of his father's mouth when he heard andy's voice cut into it. "Nik, don't! It isn't right! Please!" in that moment he suddenly felt everything that was wrong with him. his body had been beaten, blown, cut and burnt in the last few minutes and he couldn't help but slump slightly as his foot wavered on his father's chest. "it's right .. they don't deserve to live." he said, tearing his eyes away from their father to look at his sister, who looked to be faring about as well as he had. they needed to finish this, it was the only way for them to get out alive. to finish them off. "please, Nik. For me," he frowned as he looked at her and then his gaze went back to their father. he gripped his wand as tightly as he could before pulling his foot off his father's chest. he stepped back, dropping his arm over andy's shoulder as he started to try and pull her back towards the door when his father was suddenly moving. nik saw his hand try and reach for the wand that had been laying just out of his reach and he reacted before he thought, he pulled andy against his chest and wrapped his arm around her, aiming the wand at the roof above his father. he cast a spell, hoping to explode the floor and house above their father, if he couldn't kill the man he'd let the weight of the floor falling on him do it. though he hadn't anticipated the strenthg of the spell, it took a second for him to realise that it wasn't just the roof above his father that was falling in, the whole floor was coming down. he kept his arm around andy as they both fell to the floor, the house exploding and collapsing around them, trying to keep his body over her to shield her from the damage he had done.
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Dec 27, 2016 19:03:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 19:03:55 GMT -7
He said they deserved to die and looked into her eyes and she continued to plead with them as much as she could. He turned away from her, looking back at their father. She closed her eyes tight, not wanting to watch. Then he stepped back and felt his arm around her. She gasped, opening her eyes to look at him as he tried to pull her out. They were going to make it-then suddenly she was being pulled tight against her brother and she cried out, clutching the front of his shirt before Nik aimed at the ceiling above their father.
Andy coughed, falling onto the ground. She choked out a sob. She was going to die here. Underneath her brother and the fallen house. Nik was unconcious, and she lifted her hands as much as she could to grab his arms, "Nik? Nik? Please," she sobbed, shaking him, "don't do this. Don't leave me. Come on, come on," she cried, her voicing raising in volume. "Damn it, Nik! We can still fix this. Still fix us. Don't die on me Nik, don't die," she shouted, shaking him even more until she realized she was knocking his head into the rubble above them. She stopped, lifting her hand instead to brush some of the sweat and blood covered hair from his face. "We can still fix this," she muttered.
Then, an idea hit her. She shifted so she could reach her bag at her side, groaning in pain and she pulled her notebook out of it. The one that if she wrote in it, writing would appear if Phils identical one. She pulled it out with one hand and let it fall open. She lifted her finger, dipping in the blood at her side and turned back to the book. She was started to see spots, her vision going back. She wrote one word.
Help.
And then her vision went black.
@natalia @nikolaj (@philiplongbottom . Check your book)
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Dec 27, 2016 20:14:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 20:14:45 GMT -7
Something was…wrong. Nat couldn’t explain it, but everything was wrong. She couldn’t explain it, and she couldn’t prove it, but Andy had been acting strangely all night. After their conversation on Christmas Eve, Natalia had had more hope than ever about her relationship with her sister, about where they could go, who they could be, but Andy had seemed strange. Nat hadn’t told anyone, because it didn’t seem worth mentioning – maybe she was just tired? Yes, it wouldn’t be atypical for Andy to be tired, or to be acting a little strangely because of it. Everything was fine. (Everything was not fine. Natalia knew this, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it, because everything was supposed to be getting better. It was getting better. Wasn’t it?)
And then Andy had disappeared, and Natalia couldn’t deny it any more. Something was wrong with her sister. Finding a good time to duck out of the gathering wasn’t an easy thing to do, especially since she wasn’t trying to arouse any suspicions among the rest of the Longbottom clan. Eventually she was able to do it, though, and Nat stepped into the cool night air, taking a deep breath as she steeled herself for whatever was coming. Everything was going to be fine. Everything was fine. (Everything was not fine.)
Natalia knew there was only one place that Andy could be. She pulled her cloak tight against her shoulders, and double checked to make sure that she had her wand, just in case. Another deep breath, and then Nat was whirling through the night. And the world was dark, because even when she was done whirling through the air, everything looked like it was still spinning. The house that she had grown up in wasn’t a house anymore, it seemed. It was just a pile of rubble, and Natalia knew. She knew Andy was in there, somewhere, and she had to get her sister out. Nat ran to where the front door used to be, stumbling a bit and falling her knees. Her hands were bare, but she didn’t care. The concrete and wood and other building materials tore open her hands, and before Nat knew it, she was bleeding. It was only when the rubble began to be stained red that Nat realized this fact, and fumbled with her wand. Stupid, stupid. She should have remembered that!
This is why I was always afraid to love, Andy. It makes me irrational.
There wasn’t time for irrationality anymore. Nat gripped her wand tighter, and pointed it at the rubble, lifting it up and to the side, making her way, bit by bit, until finally, she saw them. Two bodies, one draped over the other. One was Andy, of course, but the other – Nikolaj.
Natalia had thought she was made of marble. She was wrong. She was made of glass, and hadn’t realized it, because there had been nothing to shatter her before. She was fragile and she was breakable, and her siblings were there before her, limp, and, and –
Natalia screamed.
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