[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 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!]