[LOG] Jailbreaking Azkaban

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Who: Alison Mallory, Kahvi Sidhe, Ora Yang, and the Order of the Phoenix
When: New Years Eve, 1998
Where: The Burrow, a remote English suburb
What: The Order of the Phoenix jailbreaks Azkaban, and the girls are help out

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Ora stuffed her sash and a spare change of clothes in her bag, and bounded down the stairs to grab her winter coat from the closet in the hallway. "Mum! Dad! I'm ready!" she shouted, stuffing her arms through the sleeves and doing a quick check through the list in her mind to make sure she had packed everything she needed, and everything that would make it seem like she was going to a legitimate sleepover at the Burrow.

"Mm hm," Ora's father said simply as he folded his copy of The Daily Prophet and set it down on the sitting room table. He shot his daughter a dubious look. Ora smiled up at him cheerfully, as if nothing was wrong. She mitigated it a little when her father's look turned more severe.

"You know if you get lost, Ora, you're breaking curfew."

Ora rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Dad, I know. But I'm eighteen! I can Apparate properly; I'm not going to get lost or end up in the middle of the woods."

Ambassador Yang's mouth twitched as if he didn't completely believe his daughter, but had to actually refrain from telling her so. "I'll leave the wards down for five minutes," he said simply, drawing his wand from the fold of his robes, "so if you get lost you can Apparate back."

"Okay, Dad," Ora said. She rolled her eyes again.

"Have you got everything?" Ora's mum asked. She rose from the couch and looked pointedly at Ora's bag.

"Yup," Ora said with a nod. "And if not, I'm sure Alison can lend me something."

"Toothbrush?"

Ora nodded. "Packed it already, Mum."

Ora's mother simply nodded and smiled, and came around the sofa to give her daughter a hug and a kiss. "Well, Happy New Year, and enjoy the night with your friends."

"Thanks!" Ora gave her mum and dad a hug and a kiss each. Her father still did not look entirely happy as he closed his eyes and hummed the chant to lift the anti-Apparition wards surrounding their house, but Ora still managed a smile as she waved and then thought very hard of the Burrow.

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Ottery St. Catchpole was even colder than London, and even in a thick scarf and coat Ora was shivering. She had appeared about one hundred meters out from the Burrow, and was throughly cold by the time she got to the door and lifted a hand to knock politely at it. Even though the house seemed quiet from the outside, Ora wondered if anyone would hear here--after all, she could not imagine that a rescue the proportions of breaking in and out of Azkaban would take any less than a good chunk of the Order.

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Lysienne caught Ora's pained look at the mention of a possible leak and frowned worriedly. Could she be thinking...?

"Even if they don't have the element of surprise, the Order isn't stupid. They know how to handle themselves. They'll be prepared," Alison said firmly, and Lysienne nodded in agreement.

"If you think about it, the information could have come from anyone," Lysienne added. "During the last war, weren't many witches and wizards enslaved by the Dark Lord using Imperius? I think the Order is probably prepared for that."

That certainly seemed to be the case as Lysienne and her friends rejoined the Order members. Their determination was almost palpable in the room, though Lysienne shuddered at the words "minimal loss of life".

After Mrs. Weasley finished handing out the bags of Portkeys, Lysienne quickly said, "I'll be right back" and followed her out into the kitchen. She pulled out the two remaining bottles from her bag and held them out to Mrs. Weasley. "Um, Mrs. Weasley, these are...potions that I thought might help. This is a general-purpose healing potion, and this is a Pepperup potion. I realize that I'm just a student, but these were made from fresh ingredients from the school stores, and I think they'll be very effective."
Mrs. Weasley took the bottles from Lysienne, but peered at them a bit dubiously. "That's very thoughtful of you, dear, but..."

"You can trust her on those, Molly," a quiet voice said from behind them, and Lysienne turned to see Lupin join them.

"Professor Lupin!" Lysienne smiled thankfully, and he patted her shoulder.
"I recall you always had a talent for the Healing arts," he said kindly. "Has Professor Slughorn's class been interesting?"

"Oh, um..." Seeing her eyes fall, he guided her slightly aside from Mrs. Weasley as she opened a cupboard and bottles filed out of it, floated in a glittering circle above her head.

"I'm not...actually taking Professor Slughorn's class," she admitted in a small voice.

"I see."

Mistaking his reply for doubt, Lysienne quickly explained, "I received permission to use the school potions stores because I'm helping Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary."

"Ah." Lupin didn't press her further about the subject, but after a moment of silence, he abruptly asked, "Lysienne, can you tell me exactly what happened when Professor Snape gave you that warning?"

Lysienne abruptly went cold all over. Did he think that she had betrayed the Order? Could she have? "I-I was in the Owlery," she stammered. "P-Professor Snape came up and asked why I wasn't in the Great Hall. I told him that I was waiting for a letter from m-my guardian. He said that he hoped I would receive it before curfew, and gave me that warning."

Lupin's eyes sharpened. "And when was the last time you spoke with him, before that?"

Lysienne bit her lip, thinking back. After the incident with the Sword of Gryffindor, she had not seen him again either in the infirmary or in her potion room. She shook her head. "N-not since two months ago."

"I see." He was quiet again, thinking.

"P-Professor Lupin, do you think that I was the one who?"

He shook his head firmly. "No. There are too many ways in which the information could have gotten out. I'm increasingly convinced that Harry did the right thing by going off on his own, with the Wizarding World the state it's in... Lysienne, I hope and your friends will be careful tonight. If anything should happen, get yourselves out first. Do you understand?"

Lysienne nodded, and he smiled. "Good," he said, as Mrs. Weasley came back with a small tray of bottles.

"Now, Lysienne, these are for yourself and your friends. A bottle of your potions and a Calming Draught for each of you. Remus, would you help me distribute the rest?"

Lupin nodded, and all of them moved back into the room.

Lysienne rejoined her friends in time to hear Alison say, "I'll go with Kahvi." Kahvi nodded, and Lysienne smiled apologetically at Ora.

"Hope you don't mind being stuck with me." She remembered the bottles in her hands and passed them to her friends. "I hope we won't have to use these..."

[OOC: Oh dear, I did give myself away, didn't I? BTW, am I supposed to know about Draco?]

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Ora's mind was wandering once more to Draco when Kahvi stood up and adjusted her layers of clothing. She caught what looked like the handle of several knives strapped to Kahvi's thigh before she pulled her coat down and obscured them. Ora was surprised that Kahvi was trained a little in the martial magics, and hadn't told anyone. Ora pressed her lips together. But then again, she was rather reticent about her own training as well. She made a mental note to ask Kahvi about it soon, for it would be quite never to have a training partner at school.

Ora rolled her eyes as they started to pair up and Ron grabbed Ginny quickly, as if daring them to challenge his choice. Ginny shot an apologetic look to everyone, and Ora thought it was a bit unfortunate that her poor girl was going to be saddled with her git brother throughout the entire mission. Ora nodded as Alison suggested going off with Kahvi, and Lysienne returned from the kitchen.

"Hope you don't mind being stuck with me," she said, and then reached in her bag to pull out the potions she had prepared.

Ora grinned, shaking her head at her friend's self-deprecating comment. "I think if I minded, I'd spoken up a long time ago," she said with a smile.

The sitting room began to explode in chatter and preparations as the entire Order mobilized. Brooms were summoned and thick cloaks put on, and a few witches and wizards flitted to other rooms to fetch things they'd apparently forgotten.

Ora watched them carefully as she went for her things, taking out the sash that was her family's main martial weapon and stuffing it into a pocket of her coat where it shrunk to a nice, manageable length. She checked her other pocket for her wand, and made her way back to the group where she caught the twins and their Portkey winking out. She looked about, and it had seemed a lot of the commotion caused by the Order had died down. They too had paired off into groups, and Ora memorized their faces well, so that she would be able to distinguish the Order members from anyone else when they arrived at her Portkey waystation.

Mrs. Weasley stood by as the girls partnered up and took their bags of Portkeys, retrieving the first one that would take them to their destination.

"All right," she said, her hands clasped together, her voice a little strained, "you kids be safe, okay? And if something untold happens, you are to Apparate back here at once, do you hear me?"

Everyone nodded, and she went down the line, given each one a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She lingered longer with Ron and Ginny. Ora turned to all her friends, feeling the excitement beginning to build and her heart begin to beat faster. She didn't really know what to say; and she tried not to think about the possibility that one of her friends, that any of them could get hurt.

"Let's make sure we finish this night with a real slumber party," Ora said simply.

She reached for the Portkey that Lysienne was holding. They nodded to each other, and decided they were ready. "Wildcat," they said. Ora felt an invisible line dragging her out of the Burrow. It landed her somewhere inside where she almost lost her balance as she appeared, taking a few steps backward before she managed to regain her composure.

Ora looked about her, noting blank white walls in the dim light. There was carpet beneath her shoes, and it was warm.

"Looks like an empty house," Ora said quietly, wondering where in the world they were.


[OOC: Yup, you've given yourself away. XD So Ora's going to ask you about it when we're waiting at the Portkey spots. And yes, you do know about Draco. You've known about him pretty much from the beginning, and you also know that he and Ora and are in communication and that he'd feeding her information. (It's been diary'd in this post (http://community.livejournal.com/chamberofsnogs/10991.html). And while she hasn't outright expressed a lot of her worry, I think it's pretty plain from Ora's expression sometimes that she's really concerned for his well-being.]

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Lysienne could hear each of her racing heartbeats as Ora touched the Portkey in her hand. She reached down for Rolan. "Wildcat," they said together, and the room dissolved and swirled away.

She had never enjoyed the sensation of traveling by Portkey--as if she were being pulled around by a wild tangle of unpredictable torrents in different directions--but managed to land on her feet with her wand in her hand. She and Rolan both froze as Ora stepped back. A few seconds later, Rolan shook himself all over and whuffed a soft complaint at the mode of transportation. She relaxed her wand, and Rolan padded away to investigate their own space.

"Looks like an empty house," Ora commented. A warm one, for which Lysienne was extremely grateful. Was it a wizarding house or a Muggle one? She spotted no clues either way. But she could hear, far off in the distance, the sound of...waves? Were they near the sea, or perhaps a lake?

"Should we risk a light, do you think?" she whispered.

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Kahvi nodded and watched as Ora and Lysienne blinked out, sucked into the portkey's unfathomable dimensions. Portkeys had been a fairly popular method of Wizarding public transportation on Tarikha, which had cable cars and busses rather than trains and was too small to bother with overlaying a non-Muggle system, but she'd never particularly liked the sensation. Thinking about the unknown destination on the other end of the portkey wasn't any more comforting, but perhaps they'd have some stories to share for their "real" slumber party afterward.

Alison had gone forward towards the two tall redheaded twins, taking a bag of portkeys from them as they helped their mother hand them out to the various groups. She caught a glimpse of a gash on the side of one of them where his ear should have been, and briefly wondered what had transpired there. The three of them hugged and, sensing a private moment, Kahvi walked off towards her things to make sure she was properly equipped and to take a sip of her new potion. A number of things were parading through her mind, and she fidgeted while waiting for her friend's return...

"I'm just going to grab some of my things upstairs," Alison pointed in the direction of the staircase.

"Ah, right." She turned and followed the other girl upstairs. "You brought your broom?"

"Yup," Alison answered as normally if Kahvi had just asked if she'd brought a hairbrush. "Can't play Quidditch without one!"

In the snow? "Well, I suppose that's true... hmn, actually, that might be useful to bring that along." There was no telling what would be useful, and even if she had no love of brooms, Kahvi liked leaving her options open.

Nodding, Alison stood up, "Okay, I think that's everything. Now for our portkey..." She giggled a little when she fished out a rubber chicken with a numberless tag coming out of it's open beak, and then outright burst into laughter upon reading the password.

Curious, Kahvi turned the chicken head so she could read the tag. "What? Bubbles?!" Immediately she felt herself being pulled through reality and into the great unknown alongside Alison's laughter, only just managing to catch herself as they were dumped unceremoniously on a rough, but not entirely hard surface. "Uh, oops..."

She blinked a few times, feeling her pupils elongate into slits as her eyes gained a faint golden gleam and her night vision kicked in. They'd landed on a stack of burlap sacks filled with some mass of small particles--grain? Probably sand, she concluded as she noticed bags of cement and other construction materials stacked along the walls of what appeared to be a sizable warehouse. Thankfully, it appeared that they had everything they'd meant to bring with them, but the warehouse was only barely lit by moonlight through exceptionally grimy windows.

"Looks like a construction warehouse," Kahvi murmured as she pulled out her wand, a little worried by the fact that Alison appeared to be groping her way towards an unstable looking stack of wooden beams. "Lumos. You okay?"

[OOC: Well, here goes :D]

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Everyone was preparing to leave; as Mrs. Weasley headed into the kitchen, Alison took the bag of Portkeys that George handed her and set it down before turning to properly hug both the twins at once. "I expect everything will still be properly attached at the end of the night," she murmured, telling them to be careful.

"I'm not planning on losing any more ears," George assured her with a chuckle.

Fred squeezed her shoulder again. "We'll see you later tonight," he said, which was his way of telling her to be careful in return. She nodded as the boys backed off and took out their first Portkey, disappearing from the room a moment later. Lysienne returned from the kitchen and she and Ora were next to vanish; that left Alison and Kahvi among the few remaining Order members.

They retreated up to the twins' old room so Alison could get her things; once they were ready she reached into the bag. Their first Portkey was... a rubber chicken? She couldn't help but giggle - she imagined no one else was going to be traveling via rubber chicken - and then burst into laughter at the password. Kahvi reached over, turning over the tag -

And they were suddenly someplace very dark. Alison blinked, disoriented from both the trip and the lack of light on the other end. It was a bit chilly, though not too uncomfortably so with her coat and jumper. She'd only just started staggering about when Kahvi lit the end of her wand. Alison blinked owlishly in the sudden light, and looked around.

They appeared to be in some kind of disused warehouse, Alison thought, looking around at what she could make out in the pool of golden light coming from Kahvi's wand. She took her own wand out and murmured, "Lumos," casting the light as far as she could.

"Well, it looks like we have the place to ourselves," she said, after as thorough a check as she could make without wandering too far away from the other girl. "I suppose we ought to stay together," she said, approaching the spot where they'd landed and making sure all their Portkeys were present, turning the used chicken over in her hands a moment. "I wonder whose bright idea that was," she chuckled. She set her broom beside the bag and looked around once more. "I don't suppose there are any chairs in here..." Maybe they could transfigure some of these old supplies into chairs, or at least find something to sit on. "Unless you want to stand." It stood to reason they might be here a while, though.

[OOC: Aaaand split off here, desu!

Kahvi's probably lucky there's too much light near her face for Alison to see her eyes. :D;]

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Alison woke a early the next morning, though she'd rolled over and gone back to sleep a number of times, thinking how nice it was to be comfortably encased in well-worn blankets and not chased by angry Death Eaters. All the girls had arrived home safely last night, though Ora and Lysienne had seen some action as well. Ron and Ginny had already been home when the girls Apparated back; the twins had arrived not long after, flushed from exertion but not severely harmed. Mrs. Weasley had fussed over everyone, those who were her children and who weren't with the same vigor, and given them all hot chocolate and sent them to bed for some well-deserved rest.

But there were only so many times she could close her eyes and drift back into slumber, and eventually she blinked in the pale sunlight coming from the window where the curtains weren't quite closed. It looked like everyone else in the room was either still asleep, or close to it. Alison fumbled at her bedside for her glasses and pulled them on, taking a deep breath and just catching a whiff of something that smelled breakfasty - and delicious - from downstairs. It looked like Mrs. Weasley was up already, then, and making enough food to feed an army, most likely. Alison grinned, stretched slightly sore muscles, and glanced at her friends. "Anyone awake enough for breakfast?" she asked the other beds softly.

[OOC: Okay, so... back to everyone! Woo, this is going to be the Longest Log Evar! Also, for the record, Charlie is supposed to still be around. I'm assuming the twins might are, as well. Also, um, if anyone is an uber-early riser and would already be awake, let me know and I can fix this. ^^; Assume it's a pretty reasonably early time to be getting up, though.]

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A couple of fingers inched out from under the cocoon of fluffy blankets where Kahvi should have been and sort of half-waved at Alison in response, accompanied by a sleepy groan.

[OOC: Actually, given the extreme length of this log as it is already, maybe the next morning should be a brand new log?]

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Ora was awakened by Alison's voice and had to search her recent memory for what her friend had said as she blinked sleep and exhaustion from her eyes. Her sleep had been a fitful one, waking more than once in the night with a nightmare. It did not feel like she had been sleeping for very long.

She groaned and buried her head in her pillow. Now that the morning sun was shining into the room though a crack in the curtains and she was in a warm bed in the cozy Burrow, it hardly seemed as if the previous night had happened at all.

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The other girls' actions were much the way Alison felt - though she was awake, she was still tired, but there was no use in forcing herself to try and get any more sleep. "I'm going to get some breakfast; go back to sleep if you like," she murmured quietly, and disentangled herself from the bedclothes somewhat reluctantly. The air in the room was comfortably chilly, though she searched quietly for a moment for a pair of socks and some clothes to put on before she headed downstairs. There was no telling who would be awake and hanging about the Weasley household, after all. There could be half the Order down there, though she rather doubted that. Most of them were probably still sleeping, too.

Pulling her jumper over her head and tying her hair up, she glanced around to see if anyone else looked like they were going to come with, or if she should just leave them to come down on their own time.

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The mass of blankets shifted around and reared up slightly like a caterpillar (or perhaps a really puffy snake) such that Kahvi's disheveled head peeked out over the top, blinking her bleary eyes and scanning the room.

"Cold."

Kahvipillar then proceeded to inch over to the edge of the bed she occupied and darted a hand out to grab her clothing. Her head disappeared under the covers again with some shuffling and a short while later the girl slunk out of bed clad in jeans, t-shirt, and (of course) a coat. Kahvi's fingers plaited her hair neatly with the familiarity of a daily ritual, in spite of her somewhat zombified expression.

"What do you think is for breakfast," she inquired quietly, still blinking the sleep from her eyes.

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Alison waited while Kahvi dressed, smiling slightly as she watched the clothes disappear beneath the other girl's blanket before she emerged, a moment later, fully dressed if not quite yet fully aware.

"I dunno... whatever it is, it'll be good though," Alison assured her. "Mrs. Weasley is probably the best cook I know. Pancakes and waffles and porridge, most likely, maybe bacon too." She'd never known anyone who got out their anxiety by cooking quite the way Molly Weasley did; the more pent-up agitation she had, the more food appeared on the table, and all of it delicious. Sometimes she still wondered how most of the Weasley boys were such beanpoles; though really it was mostly Ron and Percy, the rest of them seemed to be a bit more filled out...

She shook her head slightly and shrugged, indicating the door. "Shall we find out?" Ora looked like she might begin moving sometime soon, and although Lysienne's blankets hadn't moved much, she might be awake.

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The thought of having a breakfast cooked by Mrs. Weasley helped pull Ora out of her drowsy stupor. She shifted and sat up in bed, her hair falling in a messy pile past her shoulders. She tried to smile at the two girls who were awake as she rubbed her eyes, but probably only succeeded in the latter.

"Wait for me," she said. With a gigantic yawn, Ora shook herself awake and reached for her bag at the bottom of her bed, pulling out fresh clothes. She dressed quickly so as not to be left behind, and finally decided to do something about her hair. She pulled a hairbrush through it quickly and just decided to leave it out.

She gave the Lysienne lump a prod. "Do you think we should just leave her to sleep?" she asked the other girls.

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Catching Ora's yawn, Kahvi stretched a bit before crossing her arms again in an attempt to keep warm in the still morning air. She thought she might have caught a whiff of coffee cake that had wafted under the door from the kitchen.

"If she's not moving, perhaps we should." There hadn't been much talk over exactly what had happened last night, given that they were all tired and sent to bed fairly quickly, but from what she'd gathered, there was potentially heavy healing Lysienne had done. The girl probably had every right and then some to be completely zonked out.

"But perhaps we should bring back some breakfast for Rolan," she added, noticing the wolf lying comfortably, but nevertheless awake and alert, at the foot of Lysienne's bed. He'd probably like something uncooked, she wagered.

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"Mmmmph I’m awake," a muffled voice came out of the Lysienne lump, followed by a hand that patted unsteadily around the area for clothes. A cold wet nose helpfully pushed her in the right direction. Lysienne emerged a few moments later, blinking owlishly in the winter sunlight. She was usually an early riser, but she felt drained and off-balance this morning. Still, it was better than she had last night, though even now she had no idea what to say to Professor Lupin. The first shock had passed, and much of the anger, but...

She gave her friends a wan smile. "Thanks for waiting for me. Is that breakfast I smell?"

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Alison smiled as Ora and Lysienne both woke, thinking that all of them probably looked more than a little worn out. "It is, and I'm betting from the way we look, Mrs. Weasley is going to make us eat until we burst." She chuckled a little, waiting until everyone was ready and presentable. "There'll probably be enough to feed an army."

Together the girls made their way out of the room and down to the kitchen; as they approached, the smell of breakfast became stronger and a number of voices became audible. Alison recognized Mrs. Weasley's voice, as well as Ron's and Ginny's. The first thing she saw as she passed through the doorway was Mrs. Weasley's back as she bent over the stove, supervising at least three pans, two of which were cooking pancakes and one making eggs, sunny-side-up. "Good morning," she said, as the other girls followed her in.


[OOC: Charlie is definitely going to be present... if you guys want to add in anyone else as well, feel free~]

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Mrs. Weasley returned Alison's and the other girls' subsequent morning greetings and politely asked them all if they'd slept well. The typical pleasantries were exchanged and plates and utensils distributed as the girls all sat down to a veritable breakfast feast. The table appeared to defy the laws of physics to hold all of its contents while providing places for people's plates. There was already a pile of pancakes, a heap of hash browns, a plate of eggs, a plate of sausages, a pitcher of orange juice, a jug of milk, a pot of breakfast tea, a pan of coffee cakes, and a basket of assorted fruit sitting at the table--a couple of them with portions of food already removed. Ron and Ginny, it seemed, had recently eaten, although Ron looked as if he might be contemplating whether or not he had room for a second helping.

The busy, food-filled kitchen made Kahvi smile--it reminded her of some of her own baking/cooking rampages during Finals season at school. She'd once covered every surface of her childhood home's little kitchen with cupcakes, much to her brother Khorrin's delight, in a test-related-stress-induced spree. Poor Mrs. Weasley! But my, the hash browns were tasty...

[OOC: I'm assuming there are some others staying at the Burrow as well, and decided to elaborate a bit on the food. Because I'm hungry :P]

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It wasn't until she smelled the food that Ora realized she was hungry--absolutely ravenous. It seemed to her like days since she had last eaten dinner, not just last night.

She bid everyone at the table a good morning, as she settled down and helped herself to breakfast. As she was pouring herself a glass of milk, Ora looked around and did a quick count--she noticed that all the Weasleys she had seen last night were here, which meant that the family had thankfully survived the ordeal intact. There had not been much discussion of events when they had all Portkey'd back in--Ora had waited for all her friends to return and they had all climbed into bed together, scarcely exchanging words before they'd fallen asleep from exhaustion. Ora felt like she could do to sleep another night, at least she had until she smelled Mrs. Weasley's sausages.

[OOC: Do we have any idea where this is going and where to wrap this up? Cause I have no idea how to end this yet.]

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Alison helped herself to a serving of most of what was on the table: pancakes, eggs, sausage, hash browns, and a slice of coffee cake. She found an empty spot beside Ginny and next to George; she set her plate down, going back for a cup of tea and making sure her friends all found food to their liking and spots to set their plates. Soon all of them were ringed around the table, and even Ron had said good morning to them all, somewhat subdued by last night's events and the effect of a heavy breakfast just settling in his stomach (though, Alison noted, he was piling more pancakes on his plate, so he obviously wasn't done yet).

Across the table, Mr. Weasley was hunched over what she assumed was this morning's edition of The Daily Prophet; Charlie and Fred were reading over his shoulder, the latter while eating a slice of toast that was disappearing frighteningly quickly. Alison tilted her head, trying to get a glance at the front page to see if they'd made the news among the shifting headlines, but Mr. Weasley was holding the paper close to the table and it was hard to tell. Just as she was about to ask, Charlie looked up and smiled at the girls, his gaze sweeping over the table until it stopped at Kahvi. His brow furrowed for a moment; Alison wondered what it could be - she wondered if he simply recognized her from the breakout last night.

[OOC: I believe Steph wanted to have Charlie recognize Kahvi, because she and her mother are known (though not to the Snogs girls) to handle dragons.]

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The crowded kitchen was a relief after last night's madness, but while the food beckoned Kahvi found she was a bit more hungry to hear the details of her friends' night. Alison appeared to none the worse for the encounter, and Ora was displaying a healthy appetite, so they did not appear to be suffering any significant trauma. The room full of people, however, made her feel awkward asking, so she quietly took a big scoop of hash browns and a slice of the aromatic coffee cake, listening to the chatter of the others in the room.

Was she imagining it, or was one of the older Weasley boys giving her a funny look? Kahvi elected to focus her attentions on the hash browns...

[OOC: Yep, Kilauea is a minor celebrity of a sort both for her handling of dragons and for the rarity of her island's species (Tarikhaan volcanic) in the dragon enthusiast communities, and Kahvi appears pictured in a lot of the articles with her mother. I keep meaning to type up that Dragon Fancy article--I'll have to remind myself when I get back from vacation.

It's probably not prudent for Charlie to bring this up in front of the rest of the Weasleys/Order, however... I imagine it might cause a bit of an uproar to discover that the future ruler of a tropical island kingdom is having breakfast in your kitchen, not to mention Mrs. Weasley possibly feeling horrible about "endangering" Kahvi's life in the events of the previous night. There's a lot of possible political trouble there :/ And she's probably going to catch enough flack from the Snogs girls for not telling them without worrying about more people knowing ^^;;]

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Alison gave up on trying to read the headlines, and simply concentrated on her breakfast for a few minutes, kicking George lightly under the table when he reached over and speared one of her sausages while his mother's back was turned. Everyone are hungrily and with surprisingly little chatter - either they were all too worn out and hungry from the night before, or no one was sure exactly how to break the ice and ask after the details.

Alison had just cleared her plate and was thinking about getting seconds when Mr. Weasley closed the paper and looked over at the girls sitting across from him as though he'd just notice them for the first time. Fred slid back into his chair beside his father, but Charlie remained standing. Alison noticed his attention turned back to Kahvi, and after a moment he spoke.

"I'm sorry," Charlie said, still frowning at Kahvi as though he was trying to recall something just out of reach. "You look terribly familiar. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. What's your name?"

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Kahvi swallowed her mouthful of tasty hash browns and stated firmly, "Sidhe. My name is Kahvi Sidhe." Raising her eyes to momentarily meet Charlie's gaze, she added, "I was with Alison at the portkey point you went through last night."

Charlie scratched his chin thoughtfully and nodded slowly. "Ah."

"Did the, uh, wizard who lost his wand get his wand back?" She fidgeted, but decided the conversation was best led elsewhere. And Kahvi was, after all, curious about the goings-on of the previous night outside of Alison's and her post.

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Ora did not suppose the scene at breakfast was any different than what usually went on in the Weasley household, with the exception that they now had a few more mouths to feed, and that instead of filching his siblings' food, George was trying to steal Alison's sausages, and apparently considered it great sport, as he bit into it with a satisfied before he winced suddenly simultaneous to a small shift from Alison's direction.

Smiling over her glass of juice, Ora dug into a stack of three pancakes smothered with butter and syrup.

She was wondering if there was any polite way to ask for Mr. Weasley's newspaper when he was done with it, when Charlie spoke up. His voice was not particularly louder than the rest of the din in the dining space, but he was asking specifically after Kahvi which struck Ora as odd. She looked between her friend and Charlie Weasley, and suddenly construed it as an awkward flirtatious attempt at gaining Kahvi's interest. Ora did not recall that Charlie was attached to anybody in particular.

She looked towards Ron, who had rolled his eyes skyward ever so imperceptibly, and Ora hid her grin in a bite of breakfast. If anybody else in the room had a reaction, they were hiding it rather well.

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Lysienne shifted around the contents of her plate and took slow, deliberate bites, trying to keep everyone from noticing how little appetite she had. The food was delicious, truly, but the memory of that unfinished conversation with Lupin knotted her stomach. She took the opportuniy afforded by Charlie and Kahvi's conversation to slip Rolan her sausages and potatos, which he practically gulped down. He must be ravenous after last night. Unwilling to strain Mrs. Weasley's resources further by the demands of a large hungry wolf, she rubbed his head under the table and silently promised him a large breakfast as soon as they got back to Hogwarts.

Charlie suddenly paused in his explanation of various clean-up tasks to exclaim, "Ah, I have it!"

As everyone turned to look at him, Lysienne quickly passed Rolan the rest of the contents of her plate.

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Alison watched Kahvi out of the corner of her eye as she chewed on the last of her sausages (that hadn't been stolen), wondering what Charlie meant. But she found out soon enough when he said, "Sidhe, yes, that's it - your mother isn't Kilauea Sidhe, by chance?" He glanced thoughtfully at Kahvi, as though trying to tell something from her face. "I could have sworn I've seen your face before, in an article on the Tarikhaan volcanic dragon."

It was about that point that Alison gave up any pretense, and turned to actually look at Kahvi - dragons? What did Kahvi and her mother have to do with dragons? Though, if he was correct, that would explain why Charlie found her familiar. Most of the other chatter at the table had stopped, as all heads either swiveled to Charlie or Kahvi, everyone interested in the answer to his question.

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Color fled Kahvi's face and she momentarily appeared to be choking on her food until a faintly audible gulp ended her brief struggle.

"That is... um, yes." She blinked and inhaled a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "My mother is a handler of the volcanic dragon squadron--I-I'm told I look rather like her, and she's taken me to work on occasion..."

It wasn't a lie... Her mother was a dragon handler, and she had been taking to her "work," although admittedly more often than "on occasion" would imply. Kahvi was deeply grateful that Charlie had used Kilauea's married surname rather than her priestess' surname, although she wasn't sure if she were grateful for Charlie's prudence, his memory, or the article author's omissions.

"You... like dragons, I take it?" The question drew some laughter from a few of the Weasleys.

[OOC: Hahaha, WHOA NOW. Weasley family present in room! D: Let's not get too crazy o_0]

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Ora tried to scrutinize Charlie very closely out of the corner of her eye, which wasn't working very well. Thankfully, everyone else was looking between him and Kahvi, and so also didn't notice as Ora's attention flickered briefly to Kahvi too, before settling once more on Charlie Weasley. If he was trying to flirt, this was a very odd way of doing it.

Ora once more turned her attentions to her friend, who had gone a shade paler than usual. Dragons? Ora hid her frown with a forkful of pancake. Why hadn't Kahvi mentioned something like that before? It wasn't as if there weren't dragon-handlers in all parts of the world--it shouldn't have been a very big deal, why didn't explain why Kahvi had suddenly tensed as if it was a bigger deal than it should have been. Ora tried to recall anything about Tarikha, but did not come up with a much--a popular wizarding spot, an island, famous for its dragons--nothing terribly out of the ordinary. Ora resolved to ask her parents about it sometime.

Ignoring the ensuing conversation around the Weasley table about Charlie's occupation, Ora looked in Lysienne's direction, who had cleared her plate at an alarming speed. Her friend too, seemed not to be paying attention to the conversation, but lost in thought instead.

"What are you thinking of?" Ora asked.

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Lysienne hurriedly picked up her fork, then put it down again when she realized that she couldn't effectively pretend to eat with her plate already empty.

"Er, nothing much," she coughed a little with an embarrassed smile.

Just then, she heard the sound of the front door opening, and froze at the familiar voice uttering a greeting--the last voice she wanted to hear this morning. But she only had time to look around the room for an escape before its owner strode in, interrupting the conversation.

Another figure followed. "Ooooh, that smells good!" Tonks exclaimed, drawing down her hood and shaking free bright, neon-pink hair. "How is everyone this morning? All limbs intact, I hope?" she asked cheerfully.

Lysienne stood. "I'm finished, so please have my seat," she offered, hoping to slip away. But as she feared, Lupin intercepted her before she reached the door.

"Lysienne, a word, if I may?" he asked quietly. And because it had been a question and not a command, she nodded after a moment and followed him out.

[OOC: Sorry about the extra bit, but trying to resolve the Occlumency problem!]

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Charlie grinned a bit, though it was part rueful, if anything. "Yes, I rather do; I work with them, myself. I must admit, I'm very interested in the volcanic dragons. I hear they can be a handful, if not handled properly." Alison had to laugh a little at that - from what she'd heard, pretty much any dragon was a handful, whether you handled it properly or not. She'd heard stories about a dragon egg that Professor Hagrid had hatched from Fred and George, who'd gotten the story from Ron.

Watching Kahvi, Alison began to wonder if maybe she should have told the other girl more about the Weasleys... but then again, she hadn't thought there would be much chance of any of them recognizing her for anything in particular, let alone having a family member who worked with dragons! She wondered why Kahvi hadn't told any of them - she did look a bit embarrassed, though Alison supposed it might just be a result of Charlie recognizing her unexpectedly.

But before it had a chance to go further, the conversation was interrupted for the moment by the arrival of Tonks and Lupin, the former of which barged cheerfully into the kitchen. She watched as Lupin called Lysienne aside, noticing that her friend had been rather quiet this morning - Lysienne was often quiet, and it wasn't completely odd, but the look on her face was. Alison wondered if perhaps more hadn't happened to her friends over the holidays than she really knew.


[OOC: Steph, it's up to you how much you'd like to continue? Charlie is probably starting to pick up on Kahvi's discomfort, so he wouldn't want to wax eloquent or anything, but he might want to talk to her later?]