Oh what a lovely war -Open to all-

[slayer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] hold me and feel my heart beat Fal was spending yet another dull day in Hogsmeade, a total yawnfest of a village; nothing interesting ever seemed to happen. Rather than stay in the main village centre Fal lurked around the outskirts, nearer to the shrieking shack. She couldn’t be bothered with battling through students to get to the shelves inside the stores, preferring to order anything she desperately needed from Diagon Alley. Although it was reasonably warm Fal was still wearing her signature doc martin boots, and long black coat, over a pair of plain jeans and shirt. She plonked herself down on the grass verge and pulled out her wand attempting to transfigure various piece of twigs into whatever came to mind. She wasn’t overly concentrating on the task at hand, instead her mind wandered to the up and coming quidditch match. Images of her saving impossible goals flickered through her mind as she wasted as much of the day as she could away from the hubbub of the students. A loud explosion from the centre of the village alerted Fal to the fact something was not right, screams travelled across the air towards her and she pulled herself up quickly to get a better view of the commotion. It seemed that the Three Broomsticks had caught fire…strange…she thought shielding her eyes from the sun she continued to peer at the scene before her. Seconds later she realised that the cause of the fire was from death eaters. Mother of Merlin! She thought griping her wand, friggin’ death eaters in hogsmeade! She watched for a moment paralysed as several students were struck down in front of her. She was partly in awe of the magic coming from the death eaters, but at the same time sickened by the harm they were causing. She might not like half the population of Hogwarts, but she didn’t want them all murdered… Slowly and carefully she made her way back into town, she could have stayed outside the village relatively safe, but it dawned on her that he sister could very well be in the village. Plus, she couldn’t stand and watch the fight go on without her. She stuck by the wooded area until it thinned out and she had to take cover behind a bookshop. She could hear the shouts going on in the centre, she paused in her safe zone wondering what would be the best means of attack and where her sister might be. [style=background-color:#dcd4c7; text-align: center; font-size: 8px; overflow:auto; padding: 3px; width:394px; text-transform: upperrcase; color:#a39c90;]WORDS: 408 . TAGGED: Open . TEMPLATE CREDIT [style]

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[eleni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 350px; border: 3px solid #06324D;#06324D;background:#F6F6F6; padding:0px;] [/style] Eleni Falguerra Eleni’s day had started out rather normal. She’d woken up, showered, and then spent about an hour in front of her mirror, making sure she looked fit enough to exit the dorms and go about her day. Another thirty minutes had been wasted going through her clothes for the correct outfit. When she felt she couldn’t make herself look any better suited for an outing in Hogsmeade, she left to meet a few of her friends in the Hufflepuff commons. They were having a jolly good time wandering around in Zonko’s when an explosion rattled the building. Eleni immediately ducked and shielded her head, the thought of having something hanging from the ceiling fall and bash her brains out was eminent in her mind. Her friends, brilliant as they were (they were Hufflepuffs, not Ravenclaws after all), ran outside to investigate without a thought. She called after them, a little afraid to leave the relative safety of the joke shop though it seemed she was more afraid of being left alone by her friends and she raced after them. The scene that greeted her was rather frightening. The Three Broomsticks was on fire and looked to be in rather bad condition. A few people seemed to be trying to handle the situation to keep the fire from spreading, though the main concern, obviously, were the individuals responsible for the wreckage. Death eaters. Eleni heard stories of them, of course, and held a healthy fear and dislike of them, though hearing tales and coming face to face with them and their ability to spread chaos and death was another matter entirely. She had never faced death like this before. Sure, she’d been to funerals and such, but to see a person’s body where it had dropped, an expression of horror and confusion frozen on their faces? It was utterly terrifying. Her knees quaked and she had to lock them to keep herself upright. Come on, Eleni, she tried to coach herself to action. She wanted to become a healer and scenes like these were the sorts of things she would probably be expected to deal with. She had to stand up and face it head on, especially if she wanted to survive with the death eaters still running around. She gripped her wand in her sweaty palm and glanced around anxiously, swallowing hard. While she tried to go through the defensive spells she knew, all she could think about was where on earth her sister could be. Word count: 416 || Tag: xxx || Notes: I'll fix the image later. credit goes to cbd

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