[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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"Hmn? Oh, yes, I'm fine." Kahvi nodded somewhat absently, gears still spinning behind her calm, if serious, expression. She noticed Alison fiddling with the bit of hair near her ear which appeared to have been singed shorter. "Close call?" Thank the fire goddess for Alison's good reflexes.

"Good--what with the wandmakers disappearing and all, I'm sure the extra wands will come in handy as well." There'd been an advantage to being an unknown amateur wandmaker for her brother in that he and his similar peers had not been targets of any of the recent wandmaker kidnappings. It had always seemed such a disadvantage in a society that placed a very high value on wands from well-known makers, yet now it seemed a heavy and thus far unknown price for those Wizarding designer labels to pay for their fame and fortune. If the wandmakers were dead, it would be a heavy blow to the Wizarding society even if the whole You-Know-Who problem was sorted out.

Ah, recognition. Kahvi turned back towards the particularly skilled Death Eater. She didn't have the luxury of a mask to lend her anonymity, and neither did Alison. "Give me a minute... I don't want these to remember our faces, and I still have to deactivate the screaming wards I put in the back of the warehouse. Obliviate!"

She methodically hit each Death Eater with two memory charms each, just to make doubly sure that they wouldn't remember anything past tagging along with the original portkey that had brought them here. Out of curiosity over her opponent, she used the tip of her wand to lift his mask away from his face just a bit--he was an older man with veteranly wrinkles about his eyes and a slight peppering of gray in his short black hair. The man's mouth had been turned downward, perhaps the remnants of the grimace from just before he had been put under. Kahvi let the mask slip back in place and left to deactivate the wards she'd put up earlier and replace the makeshift brazier.

A few startled rats later, she returned to the main portion of the room and sucked all but one of the fey lights back into her wand. The last light lazily floated its way to a door.

"Shall we step outside, then?" While a part of her felt her friends were up to the task of defending themselves and that she shouldn't worry, worry she did and she couldn't blame Alison for wanting to hurry back. Besides, Alison would also have the twin Weasleys to worry about.

[OOC: Well, it looks like we're all ready to head back. Time to start a new log post thingy?]

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Alison sighed a bit and tried to tuck the too-short piece of hair behind her glasses frames. "Better my hair than my face," she said, glad to hear that Kahvi at least sounded fine... She sounded a little preoccupied, really, but not a painful sort of preoccupied. She resolved to keep an eye on her friend, but not so much that she would be a nuisance.

She watched Kahvi cast her memory spell - a very good idea, and if the Death Eaters woke up confused as to where they were or how they'd gotten there, all the better. Alison checked to make sure everything else seemed to be in at least some semblance of order as Kahvi removed the wards she'd placed. "Thanks," she said, gathering up her broom and the sack that had held the Portkeys as the other girl finished. Now that the excitement was over, Alison found that she was tired and a little sore - most likely just the effects of her adrenaline rush tapering off, but getting back to the Burrow and its cozy beds sounded like the most wonderful idea in the world. She wondered if Lysienne and Ora were back yet; or, she thought, Fred and George.

She nodded as Kahvi seemed satisfied, and the two girls stepped out into the dark night, glancing at each other in the darkness - there weren't many streetlights outside this warehouse, and the road was more mud that asphalt - before they both disappeared with a faint rushing of air.

[OOC: Yep~ :D Was I supposed to start the next one, I think? And it was going to take place the next day, correct? Just making sure I'm not totally forgetting, but I think that was the idea.]

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[OOC: I think we're supposed to just go back to commenting in the main thread. :D I like the idea that we close it off by skipping to the girls the next morning.]

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[OOC: Sure, I can go back to the main thread if that's best~ I'll try to get a tag out tonight or tomorrow!]