Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 21:36:07 GMT -7
May 18th, 2024
The Patil-Thomas Residence
The Patil-Thomas Residence
It had been going so well. It really had, and she'd thought that maybe, just maybe, they'd get away with tempting fate and everyone would make it out alive.
No. It was worse. It was all but over, everyone on their way home, and explosions had rocked both the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang transports. She stared at the face in her fireplace, trying to process what they were saying, and felt the blood drain from her face. How many dead? How had this happened?
"I'll be there in five," she bit out, and turned away quickly.
Two minutes. She could have two minutes to grieve. To cry, to mourn this senseless loss of life, to rage.
They were children! They had so much to offer and they'd never get the chance. Young and innocent, and she'd seen them often enough this year that'd she knew many of their names, and more of their faces. Maybe not all gone, but certainly many of them. And the professors - they were the pinnacle of European academia, a loss that couldn't even begin to be reckoned with.
A minute to pull herself together. To hug Dean and tell him she'd be working long hours for the next few days at least. To beg him to bring her food, because she would run herself ragged if left alone until the task was done.
Two minutes to change out of her usual bright colours into something more appropriate. To remove her bangles and bracelets. To clean her face and find an outfit that she'd hoped to never need to wear again. To put on the staidly British robes that she hated so much, black as night and tight up to her neck.
She took a deep breath. "Ministry of Magic," she said, and stepped into the Floo.
