Time To Play (Aurors&Reporters)

[cassr]

On a muggle street of France it was a cloudy day, it was peaceful. People left for work, for school, or going about on their chores. No one knew they were on a charm to leave there homes empty at about the right time. As the last car left their driveway and went down the street it was a quiet victory to the figure sitting in the bench, at the end of the street. They had been there since late the night before, a clever smile on its face, and a book in hand. It was time to play, and make a mark. A little clue of what was to come, to state they weren't all going to hide in the closet forever, it was time for action, it was time for fear. The straight long stretch of pavement, made the scene sereny. It was time.

The tall thin woman stood up and hummed a toone to herself, preparing for her performce. Taking out her betong and examining it for a moment, the wand placed in her left hand, she took in a deep breath. Raising her hand she waived it over her face, a venetian mask hid her true identy as she pulled the hood over her dark curls. The clouds suddenly got darker and the wind picked up around the figure, as if on some sort of a que the girl began at the center of the road and started to skip along as her voice rang out from beneath the mask.

We're A Couple Of Misfits
We're A Couple Of Misfits
What's The Matter With Misfits
That's Where We Fit In!

At the end of each line another house burst into flames, at the small wave of her long slender fingers, and as each one did so the invisible band picked up louder. The ocraster carried on the tune as she skipped slowly spreading the fire, as if on cue families started returning home, the spell broken that held them away in most cases, the reminder of an over on, or something they had left on the kitchen table running out the door. The panic started as soon as they got to the corner of their peaceful street.

We're Not Daffy And Dilly
Don't Go 'round Willy Nilly
Seems To Us Kinda Silly
That We Don't Fit In.

Screams of horror, and devestation as the realization that their homes were engolfed in flames. Soon the sirens started as she reached the last couple houses too far away for the muggles to see. All the noise started covering the ocrastra as it died down, as she reached the other end of the dead street and the last house burst into flames. Turning to see her distruction she whispered the last parts of the song to herself more then anyone else.

We May Be Different From The Rest
Who Decides The Test
Of What Is Really Best?
We're A Couple Of Misfits
We're A Couple Of Misfits
What's The Matter With Misfits
That's Where We Fit In!

Bright blue eyes burned through the red flames that was taking over the streets in the end coldasack swirls for dark gray smoke make a rather large circle around the woman as she whispered the final line. The smoke swirled into the air patterns of a new beginning started, it was the recruiting time, and she wasn't gonna stand around for aurors to arrive, with that she disapeared into a poof of smoke leaving a message on the ground. smeared in grim and blood, waiting to be read and there was no way it wouldn't make it in the papers.

COME OUT COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE, ITS TIME TO PLAY.

Outfit;Clicky
Notes; Aurors and reports are probably best, time to clean up the mess.
Words;
Lyrics; Rudolph and the island of the mistfit toys
Credits; Riddleshop[/font]

[Victoire Gabrielle Weasley]

Ah, France. It was one of Victoire's favourite places on Earth, Paris especially. As fate would have it, Tory had pretty much been forced to take a day off. She chose to visit Paris, do some shopping, and drop in on her grandparents (one her mother's side). It ended up being a rather lovely day. No office stress, no mentions of the boy who still had Victoire's heart, though she doubted he knew, it was a nice day. It was a day the young Auror very much needed.

Now, it just so happened, that her grandparents lived in a more richer, prominent, historic part of Paris. Victoire decided the take a long way back to the various portkey spots for wizard travel. She could have used the Floo Network but, as her small apartment didn't have a fireplace..Tory chose to walk. It was a nice day other, even it was winter. The sun was out, which felt warm and made the cold tolerable.

As Victoire was walking through and admiring some quaint muggle homes, a few of their firetrucks and ambulances flew by her - their sirens blaring. Curious, Tory watched them fly around a corner. She looked and saw a thick cloud of black smoke billowing out into the blue sky. Growing more curious, Victoire made a small detour in her path and walked the short block to find the action. Her bright eyes fell on a rather horrible sight. Little muggle families were huddled together, and an entire street of homes were all on fire. Every one of them. Victoire knew almost instantly this was no accident.

She wandered, with a great determination, into the chaos. There was no way these muggles could handle all this. So, after checking it was safe, Tory did her part in trying to put out some of the fires. She even went so far and bravely go into this one house, and save a little girl's kittens. In the process, her new coat was now dark with ash, and her hair was falling apart. As Tory handed the girl her kittens, and the girl flashed her a smile. She smiled back but, was quickly distracted by a few muggles clustering around a bit of ground. Apparently something was written there. Victoire squeezed her way in to read it as a muggle official tried to as well.

COME OUT COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE, IT'S TIME TO PLAY

That is what was written, in what appeared to be blood but, it was mixed with grim. The only reason Tory recognised it was blood was by the smell. She quickly separated herself from the muggles, sending her patronus to the Ministry and fellow aurors with the message that something was just not right. This whole situation didn't sit well with her. Occasionally, muggle did stupid things but, not on such a large scale as burning down and entire street. Victoire feared the worse.



words; 500
tags; all those people.
outfit; here
notes; =]

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[joe]

Jackson had decided to go to France to visit a relative of his. She lived close to a muggle town that had a nice pub in it. After visiting her he had walked the couple blocks it took to get to the town. He took a deep breathe and smiled. Today was a lovely and gorgeous day. Walking down the street of the town Jackson smiled at the friendly people. He walked in to the pub. He had ordered some firewhiskey. He sat there trying to think of his next big story. He needed something to come up with.

Sadly after hours and hours he thought of nothing paid his debt and left the pub. When he walked out the door he walked into utter chaos. Little did he know that the whole town was on fire. The pub was towards the end of the street. Jackson ran back inside and told everyone to get out as the whole town was ablaze. As they all ran out the pub was now on fire. Jackson got out coughing up a storm. Black smoke filled his lungs as soot covered him from head to toe.

Looking at the end of the street Jackson saw something weird. Black smoke swirling around. Bright blue eyes in the black smoke. Thinking that was just a little suspicious to him he ran over there still coughing. When he got there though the smoke was clearing and only a note was left. Jackson read it over and over and over. The note imprinted in his brain he looked back around. Aurors would be getting to the scene soon. Muggles were running and screaming. Lives were being lost here. This had to be the work of some dark witch or wizard. What Jackson saw in the black mist smoke proved it. He did know one thing was for certain though. Jackson had a story to write. Unfortunatly this was one he really didn’t want to have to write.