[LOG] Jailbreaking Azkaban
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chamberofsnogsWho: 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
*~*~*~*~*
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.
*~*~*~*~*
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.
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
*~*~*~*~*
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.
*~*~*~*~*
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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Date: 2008-09-18 03:32 am (UTC)She then nodded soberly at Ora's assessment of Leah's likely situation and carefully tucked the envelope away--she'd have to figure out how to get it to Leah another time. It was no time to be sad now; troops fought best when they embarked in high spirits.
"Oh, the lenses on those are specially treated--Muggle chemistry, which I figured you'd appreciate," she added as Alison looked over her unwrapped goggles. "It forces the water to spread into a even film over the glass rather than bead up for increased visibility. It's the same stuff they use on some high-end automobiles." Kahvi smirked with some pride over them, as she'd found out about the glass and had the lenses specially made at an auto glass workshop near her Muggle school.
Glad that her plate of cookies had been accepted by Ginny, she took a cautious step away from the brooding boy to receive and return Lysienne's hug and gift. "I've heard of these!" she exclaimed in admiration. "Wow, these are supposed to be rather difficult to make! Thank you! And... ooh, is that a new hairpin? It's lovely!"
Choosing a spot at the kitchen table next to Ora, she sat down to enjoy her warm hot chocolate and marvel at the delicate potion. It was good to be around her friends again, even if they were about to all dive into trouble over their heads. Mmm, Alison had picked a good chocolate to milk ratio...
Ron's shriek gave her just a moment's warning--just barely enough time to dive under the table to avoid getting hit in the face with what must of been at least half his mug of hot chocolate. The bit of hot chocolate she discovered dripping from the end of her braid as she resurfaced bore testament to the speed of the airborne beverage. Thankfully, her own mug and new best friend in a bottle had been spared!
The silence following the young man's outburst and Lysienne's delivery of the message loomed like an unwelcome boggart. "Well that's... sensible advice, I suppose..." Was the headmaster aware of their moon-touched shenanigans? Kahvi was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be. "...for anyone venturing out, that is," she added, hoping the headmaster was simply prone to dispensing small pearls of wisdom at random.
[OOC: Ahaha, I'm now picturing our sweet Lysienne moonlighting as a drug dealer, what with handing out addictive substances XD That's awesome!]