[LOG] Jailbreaking Azkaban
Sep. 7th, 2008 10:46 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
prime-veridian.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2008-09-20 05:04 am (UTC)"They've been planning this for a long time," she said in response to Kahvi, "so I don't think they're going to call it off just yet. But..." she trailed off into silence.
Ora bit her lip, considering the options. If the Order decided to abort the mission, they might be able to come up with something better if they spent more time to gather the intelligence. It would make sense, given that Professor Snape had just given them a signal that he, and certainly other Death Eaters, now knew what the Order of the Phoenix was up to. On the other hand, if they waited, it was likely that the Death Eaters would also have time to further reinforce their defenses and they'd miss a critical time to rescue the prisoners being held in Azkaban. It was a tough decision to make. Ora only hoped that whatever the outcome, it would result in minimal injury on the Order's side.
"Makes me wonder though," Ora mused quietly, "if we'll be safe with Professor Snape as headmaster when he knows we're working with the Order. Or maybe we're just students, so he doesn't think we'll be worth the trouble."
[OOC: I don't think anybody else in Slytherin House knows that Ora's a martial artist. It's up to you whether or not Kahvi knows certain things; it's your call. :D I can conceivably imagine all the girls telling Kahvi about themselves when they hang around the Chamber of Snogs, or maybe they're too busy talking about schoolwork and whole war thing to talk about themselves at all. So it's all up to you and what you think would make the character interaction more interesting. One for sure though--Kahvi knows that Ora has a boyfriend and that their relationship is currently under a lot of strain, but she doesn't know who exactly it is and why Ora's so worried about it all the time.]