[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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Alison nodded, glad to hear that her friend's home was safe, as far as it was from the main location of all the "action." She blinked, then grinned as Kahvi produced gifts from her bag. In all the hubbub at the Burrow today, she'd nearly forgotten that she and her friends hadn't gotten the chance to exchange holiday gifts.

"Oh! Mine are upstairs - I'll get them for you later," she said, turning to accept the beautifully-wrapped gift, noting the house colors and wondering if Kahvi had decorated the paper herself. Keeping an eye on the milk on the stove (she still liked to cook things the "Muggle" way, and was glad that Mrs. Weasley had a properly-stocked kitchen for doing just that), she opened the paper carefully, not wanting to rip it.

Her expression brightened a moment later, as she produced some beautifully-crafted Quidditch goggles with the Slytherin crest picked out on each side in skillful embroidery. "Kahvi... wow! I'll wear these at the very next practice!" she said, delighted, grinning over at the dark-haired girl. "Thank you!"

She placed them aside, wanting to try them on now but figuring she'd look a bit silly, and glanced over at the still-pacing figure as Kahvi produced a parchment-wrapped plate in thanks for the Weasley's hospitality. "Don't mind Ron, he's just sulking," she said loudly enough to carry - really, everyone was worried, but enough was enough.

"Bugger off." He shot her an angry blue-eyed glare that she shrugged off; maybe it would do better for him to get the hint from someone he didn't like, like herself, than it would from his family, who were willing to indulge him. But he'd be little help to his friends if all he did was march back and forth with a sour look on his face.

Ginny was at least more civil; she came forward to accept the plate, her eyes lighting up just a little at its contents. "Thanks," she said to Kahvi, smiling a little and setting the plate on the table and taking a cookie. "Mum's never as happy as she is when the house is full, though. Even when it's the Order." Alison offered her an apologetic smile and went back to stirring the milk before it formed too much of a skin. She did use a bit of magic to get six mugs down from the cabinet, as well as locate the cocoa powder in preparation for the milk to be done heating. Moments later it was done, and she poured out equal amounts of milk and cocoa mix into the mugs; one for each girl and, she thought with a bit of smug satisfaction as she held one out in his direction, even one for Ron.

He glared, but took it nonetheless, cradling the ceramic between his hands, though he kept pacing the length of the front room. Alison then sat down at the table to join her friends, looking at all of them and glad at least most of them had been able to gather here to help tonight. "I wonder how much longer their meeting is going to take..."