Obsidian Scare...

[Esmerelda Smickett]

Esmerelda heard another woman call Nastasia's name and relief swept over Esmerelda. She would not have to aid the woman after all. As she turned to move along a more familiar face caught her eye and Essie bristled. This woman had once been a student of hers and later had become a good friend, so good that she had made her the godmother to her daughter. Essie stared across the road at Maeve and frowned. Had that woman no integrity left at all? She probably didn't even know about her own brother.

Not giving two figs for the rabble of Death Eaters that were progressing slowly down the street, Esmerelda walked out on to the street gathering her gown from trailing on the ground.
"Maeve!" she called to the woman as she came face to face with her, "We need to talk".

 

[Maeve Silverback]

Maeve turned at the sound of the older woman's voice.
"Not now Esmerelda, can't you see there is something up here?" she indicated the crowd of marching Death Eaters parading down through the street. Luthor began to call her and she bent down to his level.
"Do you want to come out sweetheart?" she undid the clasp of the stroller and lifted him out into her arms. He appeared to be fascinated by the group of Death Eaters walking down and giggled and pointed at them without any fear at all.

Maeve sighed, flicking her wand at the stroller and banishing it back to their home.
She turned Luthor around so that he was on her other side and not so close to the road side.
"Esmerelda I don't want to talk right now, owl me if it's important alright".

She had enough to deal with right then, her pregnancy, Luthor constantly asking about his father, her mother-in-law that was slowly driving her nuts, a letter she had received from Andromeda to say that Luxen had been spotted in Paris of all places and had been deranged. The only part of the letter though that she had taken any notice of was that a woman had taken him away. This had angered her no end. She certainly didn't need Esmerelda Smickett jumping down her throat today about her raising of her daughter. She looked at the Death Eaters and wished for all of five minutes to be like them, heartless, cold, calculating but she wasn't. She may seem like such a bad mother at times for how she had 'abandoned' her daughter but Maeve didn't see it that way at all.

Luthor began to wriggle in her arms to get down, so very gently and carefully she put him on the ground. He tugged and pulled at her hand.
"Mommy, I go and play now"

"No darling, not here when we get home" she turned her sharp blue eyes to Esmerelda, "I don't have time for this".

 

[Joshua Hanson]

Josh was proud to be a part of the memorial for Anton Dolohov, but was conflicted at the same time. Over the last few months, he had grown attached to his best friends wife, a muggle, that he found actually complemented Tristan Drage amazingly. The only thing that would make them a better match would be if Julie was a witch. He was excited for them when they contacted him to announce the child they were having together. Tristan had a number of children with various women, but never was one actually born in wedlock -- or with him able to be there from the start. His best friend was growing up, leaving their womanizer ways behind him. Or so he thought. Josh was shocked to see his best friend acting bizarre and being a part of the procession. To top it all off -- he was with Thorine Dolohov.

Josh was able to tell something was up with this situation, but he just did not know what yet. He was going to have to get in touch with Julie and find out what happened. Until that point, he was staying out of the way. If Thorine did something to Tristan, which was the likely situation knowing how in love with Julie he was, then he was not going to cross the witch. Not yet at least.

Adjusting his mask, and avoiding his friends eyesight, he raised his torch and marched with the mass. He noticed a man on the sidewalk watching fearfully as they passed. Deciding to have a bit of fun, he moved over near him and let loose with a fearsome growl. The man jumped and paled, looking like he was about to faint from fright.

 

[Tristan Drage]

Tristan grinned broadly as his love used both of her wands to trail sparks at her sides. Even wearing a mask, she was beautiful. He hated wearing his own and wanted to take it off, but he had been told that he couldn't so that he could keep his identity. Those of filthy blood didn't deserve to know. It was odd that he couldn't remember these things himself.

He kept his own wand in his pocket. It had been rather a disappointment to find out that he wasn't able to have fun with these low lifes. Frightening them was the only thing that was allowed.

His voice booming and low, he bellowed, "Your time is short, blood filth. You have ignored the darkness for too long."

The large man's brow furrowed as he heard someone growl. A few fleeting memories passed through his mind. Himself and another small boy on a train. The same boy and himself dropping a dungbomb in the office of an old, grouchy caretaker. Locking the same caretaker's cat in a broom closet. Working together to beat down the other Quidditch team with bats. Spending detention together with a toad lady who had pictures of cats and wore pink frills. Taking up the slack of two red headed boys after they left school.

This man that he remembered was still fuzzy in his mind. But if he was marching with them, he had to be someone important.

 

[Thorine Dolohov]

Thorine turned and even with her mask on knew that Tristan would know she was smiling at him. The potion was working to perfection, he was all hers again. The procession was going smoothly, the catcalls from some silly fat little woman did not anger her though she really would have preferred to slash at her but the memory of her grandfather dictated respect today of all days. Though part of her wondered deep down if he would not have preferred a blood sacrifice from a mudblood.

The Death eaters continued down the road and Thorine wondered at the fact that no shopkeepers had bothered to come yet. Indeed there were so few people about it was positively glorious. People were still afraid then.

 

[Esmerelda Smickett]

Esmerelda glared at Maeve.
"When did you get to be so heartless? Fine be that way but I'd advise you to write home to your family and to Andromeda" she looked down at the struggling boy noting how very like his father he was.

"I'm washing my hands of you Maeve, goodbye" Esmerelda turned back once more and walked across the street directly infront of the marching death eaters. Not caring anymore and certainly not displaying any fear of them. Once across she walked down an empty alley and transforming into her animagus form flew home to the Gables.

 

[Maeve Silverback]

Maeve didn't even bother replying, though she was curious now as to why she should contact her family and her daughter, had something happened? Well she simply didn't have time now. She frowned as Essie took herself off across the street. The Death Eaters had begun to shout and roar and Maeve decided enough was enough. Picking Luthor up she clutched him to her as she apparated back to their home.