[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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Charlie grinned a bit, though it was part rueful, if anything. "Yes, I rather do; I work with them, myself. I must admit, I'm very interested in the volcanic dragons. I hear they can be a handful, if not handled properly." Alison had to laugh a little at that - from what she'd heard, pretty much any dragon was a handful, whether you handled it properly or not. She'd heard stories about a dragon egg that Professor Hagrid had hatched from Fred and George, who'd gotten the story from Ron.

Watching Kahvi, Alison began to wonder if maybe she should have told the other girl more about the Weasleys... but then again, she hadn't thought there would be much chance of any of them recognizing her for anything in particular, let alone having a family member who worked with dragons! She wondered why Kahvi hadn't told any of them - she did look a bit embarrassed, though Alison supposed it might just be a result of Charlie recognizing her unexpectedly.

But before it had a chance to go further, the conversation was interrupted for the moment by the arrival of Tonks and Lupin, the former of which barged cheerfully into the kitchen. She watched as Lupin called Lysienne aside, noticing that her friend had been rather quiet this morning - Lysienne was often quiet, and it wasn't completely odd, but the look on her face was. Alison wondered if perhaps more hadn't happened to her friends over the holidays than she really knew.


[OOC: Steph, it's up to you how much you'd like to continue? Charlie is probably starting to pick up on Kahvi's discomfort, so he wouldn't want to wax eloquent or anything, but he might want to talk to her later?]