[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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The quiet facade of the Burrow belied the activity within. Alison was waiting near the door; the twins and most of the adults were in the living room finalizing the plans for tonight. While she desperately wanted to be there to take part in the discussion, she knew she wasn't a rightful member of the Order and didn't have much place there - besides, she wanted to make sure her friends arrived all right, and it wouldn't do to have no one hear them knocking.

Ron and Ginny were skulking about the front of the house as well, casting glances towards the doorway to the living room every so often. Ron was in a particularly foul mood, and had been since Alison had arrived here - but for once, his mood seemed to have little to do with her presence, and more to do with the fact that Potter and Granger were not with him. Fred and George had said Ron had had a fight with his mates and ended up leaving. Alison couldn't imagine what on earth they could've fought over to make him leave them while they were hunting down the Dark Lord, of all things. But even she could tell that he deeply regretted his actions, and he had a twitchy sort of air about him, as though he were like to bolt off and try to find them again at any moment.

Ginny was all right, though - a bit irritable, but that was due to worry, and Alison understood being worried. Hell, even she was worried about Potter - he was supposed to be the savior of the wizarding world after all, right? What if he failed? What if he - heaven forbid - died of something stupid like frostbite before he could even find his foe? A right help that would be, she was thinking, when the knock at the front door startled her out of her thoughts. She leaped to answer the door, face splitting into a wide grin at the sight of Ora standing on the other side of it, breath puffing out in white clouds in the cold night air.

"Ora! Come in," Alison stepped aside and let her friend in out of the cold, closing the door quickly behind her. She glanced again towards the sound of the meeting going on in the living room, then back to her friend. "The Order is talking in the other room. The rest of us are supposed to wait out here," she said, indicating Ginny and Ron; the former nodded a greeting, the latter just stuck his hands into his pockets and went back to pacing. Alison rolled her eyes and helped Ora out of her coat, placing it onto the nearest table along with her things. "Did you have any trouble getting here? I know it's not curfew yet, but... " The most horrible stories were going around, about people being snatched away in the night.