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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

*~*~*~*~*

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.

Date: 2008-10-02 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beater-serpens.livejournal.com
Alison caught Ora looking to her, and gave her a small smile. She thought Draco could be a right slimy git, but she didn't think Ora's trust in him was necessarily misplaced. From what she'd heard, he was miserable where he was, and if Ora trusted him, that would be enough for her.

"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, sure that she was right. They had to have considered the possibility that the Death Eaters had anticipated their attack, right? Even if they hadn't anticipated this specific attack, the Death Eaters (unfortunately) weren't stupid, either. So it seemed that things hadn't changed much, in the end, though she still would've preferred the Death Eaters be more unprepared as opposed to less.

Just then, the door opened and the adults came back in, informing them that the mission was still on. Alison wasn't very thrilled when Lupin mentioned "minimal loss of life," and she certainly hoped no one would lose their life tonight. Well, no one on their side, at least...

But she wasn't going to back out now, and neither was anyone else. They took the profferred bags of portkeys, glancing at each other as the adults resumed talking, most of them getting up and shuffling about to check on supplies or equipment, or perhaps just to go over the plan with their mates one last time.

Alison smiled a little as Kahvi complained about layers of clothing hindering her movement, adjusting the thin coat she was already wearing. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw... were those throwing knives? Her eyebrows shot up, but before she could ask, a hand fell on her shoulder. Glancing up, she saw Fred and George standing behind her, looking over her head at the rest of their group.

"Mum said to go ahead and pair off among yourselves," Fred said, giving her shoulder a squeeze as he spoke. "George and I are one pair - "

Immediately Ron's hand shot out and grabbed his sister's elbow. "I'm going with Ginny," he said, as though daring anyone to argue. Alison sighed. Could be possibly be any less obvious about not really liking any of them? She rolled her eyes, but fine. Let him go with Ginny; she could keep an eye on him, she was sure. And that way none of her friends - or, Merlin forbid, herself - would have to.

"Fine, Ron and Ginny, then," Fred said, exchanging a bemused glance with his brother. They looked over at the four girls.

"I'll go with Kahvi," Alison said, glancing over. Normally she would've picked to go with Ora, but... She knew Ora could fight well if it came down to hand-to-hand; Alison had spend enough time in Quidditch brawls that she was pretty confident in her own skills as well. She knew Lysienne was excellent at magic, but she wasn't sure how well off she'd be if it came down to physical combat; she wasn't sure about Kahvi either, though the girl seemed to be full of surprises, sometimes. She thought it might be best to pair up to put the two people she was sure of each with the two she wasn't. "If that's okay," she added, glancing at her friends.



[OOC: Well, Alison will certainly be asking Kahvi about her knives when they're alone guarding the portkeys~ woo, stuff to talk about!

Also, I didn't want to assume, but I figured we should break into groups and get ready to go? :D; (The twins wanted some screentime, sorry. ^^;) I didn't think we'd ever said anywhere in the log who'd go with who. If I somehow missed it though, I'll fix the comment!

Are there specific locations anyone had in mind for their characters to go? I know that we decided houses for sale, warehouses, etc., and I was thinking all the girls would probably go to houses, since it's safer, but someone else can decide that, I have no preference~]

Date: 2008-10-02 03:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beater-serpens.livejournal.com
[OOC: Hm... I guess what we could do is just keep replying to each other, instead of the post, for when we get separated, and then start replying to the post as a whole (like we've been doing) when things come back together again?]

Date: 2008-10-02 06:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firespice.livejournal.com
[OOC: I'll put my vote in for the split and return method via the replies to each other and then posting to overall post on return. That seems to be the best organization we can hope for.]

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