[LOG] An eventful Hogsmeade trip
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chamberofsnogsWho: Ora Yang, Alison Mallory, Lysienne Aldrern, Kahvi Sidhe
Where: Hogsmeade Village
When: A Saturday in late November
What: The last Hogsmeade trip of the school year--Dean Thomas makes a run for it and Khavi joins the rest of the girls of the Chamber of Snogs
Ora didn't like the way they were all ushered to Hogsmeade as if they were a flock of sheep, or worse, a group of suspicious children liable to get lost or stir up trouble at the drop of a hat. That latter bit Ora was quite sure of, but it simply wouldn't do to have the Carrows barking rules at them. This was supposed to be a Hogsmeade trip, and wasn't it supposed to be fun? Walking in file with the rest of the Slytherins, Ora shot Alison an exasperated look. Trust the Carrows to be the ones to turn something good into something unbearable. Pansy walked beside the students, as Head Girl she was responsible for keeping order amongst the students and reporting directly to the Carrows. She shot Ora an imperious look as the group of Slytherins passed her, and Ora did her best not to slap Pansy across the face. She barely managed to contain herself, her fingers curling angrily in a fist at her side. She was never going to forgive Pansy for giving that "those who get detentions deserve what they get" speech she'd given at the beginning of Dark Arts the first day the Carrows had dragged Neville, Luna, and Ginny to be made an example of.
The students managed to make it into Hogsmeade with little trouble, being that the Gryffindors were trying to cooperate somewhat, though the absence of Neville and Ginny from their group made them a somewhat silent, if not less sullen lot. Ora felt bad for them, it was difficult enough for them to have Potter, Granger, and Weasley gone, and being branded as the new social outcasts of the school was hardly easy to deal with. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan walked a little apart from the rest of their House, the only Gryffindor boys their year in the group.
Ora noted as she and Alison split off from the rest of the Slytherins once they entered town that all the main streets and intersections had at least some prefect watching it, especially any street that led outside of town. The street from whence they came, leading back to Hogwarts was ostensibly left unguarded.
"It's nice to know there's only one way out," Ora muttered to Alison sarcastically. They plodded slowly on their way to the Hog's Head, ostensibly swinging by Scrivenshaft's first to purchase some more rolls of parchment and some new quills to avoid suspicion.
"All right," Ora said after they had their merchandise bagged up. Ora tucked her things in a bag she had slung around her shoulder. "I'll feel better once I get that information to Fred and George," she said quietly to Alison, who nodded. Hidden deep in Ora's bag was a list of all of the known places the Ministry of Magic was holding Muggle-born wizards and witches for interrogation, and at the top of the list was Azkaban. That made feel Ora feel a little better. Azkaban meant those Muggle-borns might still be alive. Well, most of them anyway.
Looking over their shoulders, the girls headed down the small, deserted path to the Hog's Head, where they would be able to meet up with Fred and George, at least for a short period of time.
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Where: Hogsmeade Village
When: A Saturday in late November
What: The last Hogsmeade trip of the school year--Dean Thomas makes a run for it and Khavi joins the rest of the girls of the Chamber of Snogs
Ora didn't like the way they were all ushered to Hogsmeade as if they were a flock of sheep, or worse, a group of suspicious children liable to get lost or stir up trouble at the drop of a hat. That latter bit Ora was quite sure of, but it simply wouldn't do to have the Carrows barking rules at them. This was supposed to be a Hogsmeade trip, and wasn't it supposed to be fun? Walking in file with the rest of the Slytherins, Ora shot Alison an exasperated look. Trust the Carrows to be the ones to turn something good into something unbearable. Pansy walked beside the students, as Head Girl she was responsible for keeping order amongst the students and reporting directly to the Carrows. She shot Ora an imperious look as the group of Slytherins passed her, and Ora did her best not to slap Pansy across the face. She barely managed to contain herself, her fingers curling angrily in a fist at her side. She was never going to forgive Pansy for giving that "those who get detentions deserve what they get" speech she'd given at the beginning of Dark Arts the first day the Carrows had dragged Neville, Luna, and Ginny to be made an example of.
The students managed to make it into Hogsmeade with little trouble, being that the Gryffindors were trying to cooperate somewhat, though the absence of Neville and Ginny from their group made them a somewhat silent, if not less sullen lot. Ora felt bad for them, it was difficult enough for them to have Potter, Granger, and Weasley gone, and being branded as the new social outcasts of the school was hardly easy to deal with. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan walked a little apart from the rest of their House, the only Gryffindor boys their year in the group.
Ora noted as she and Alison split off from the rest of the Slytherins once they entered town that all the main streets and intersections had at least some prefect watching it, especially any street that led outside of town. The street from whence they came, leading back to Hogwarts was ostensibly left unguarded.
"It's nice to know there's only one way out," Ora muttered to Alison sarcastically. They plodded slowly on their way to the Hog's Head, ostensibly swinging by Scrivenshaft's first to purchase some more rolls of parchment and some new quills to avoid suspicion.
"All right," Ora said after they had their merchandise bagged up. Ora tucked her things in a bag she had slung around her shoulder. "I'll feel better once I get that information to Fred and George," she said quietly to Alison, who nodded. Hidden deep in Ora's bag was a list of all of the known places the Ministry of Magic was holding Muggle-born wizards and witches for interrogation, and at the top of the list was Azkaban. That made feel Ora feel a little better. Azkaban meant those Muggle-borns might still be alive. Well, most of them anyway.
Looking over their shoulders, the girls headed down the small, deserted path to the Hog's Head, where they would be able to meet up with Fred and George, at least for a short period of time.
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Date: 2008-07-17 12:28 am (UTC)She sighed, having just narrowly missed a spill yet again. Too much extra energy was being expended in keeping herself upright, and the sprint across the small town was getting a little tiring.
But that was just it. She looked around her and realized that the group, having run for several minutes now around the town, was definitely not keeping up their previous sprinting speed. The problem was, neither was the unidentified Gryffindor boy. Wizards accustomed to apparition, brooms, and a wide range of other magical modes of transportation in general just hadn't developed as much stamina. It was a theory, but it was her best shot at the moment, and even for those with stamina, the adrenaline kick wouldn't last forever. She couldn't think of a feasible way to further exhaust the mob without rousing suspicion and/or using her wand, but...
Kahvi bent to the side and scooped up a good handful of snow out of a snowbank as she ran past it. The icy mass stung in her bare hand as she packed it into a ball and cast an ennervating contact spell on it. For good measure she tried tracing a jinx-impervious ward onto it before hurling it at the running boy ahead of her, but wasn't sure if the jinx-proofing would work, given the sloppy delivery medium. Unfortunately for her, the softball-style lob demolished what balance she had left and Kahvi spun out to the side of the mob, only managing to take one other pursuer with her by way of flailing arms.
The snowball unerringly hit its mark in small of his back, but Dean continued running unfazed by the cold hit. Kahvi looked up in time to see a few more in the mob scoop up some snow and haplessly lob snowballs at him as they went running past her and the girl she elbowed into the snowbank with her. Kahvi also noted, with some smug satisfaction, that several of the snowball tossers also lost their balance in their efforts to reach Dean, who was gaining some distance from the mob now.
"YOU."
Kahvi turned towards the girl sitting in the snow bank with her and found herself staring into the enraged face of one Pansy Parkinson. So much for executing the plan without a hitch.