Read before posting: Please do note that this RP might contain cruelty, torture and literal descriptions of murder, if you are faint of heart or simply do not like this kind of content please do not pay attention to this thread. You've been advised.



Time for WAR!

Deatheaters rising everywhere. The Ministry is overwhelmed by this and every single day more and more Aurors die.

In secret, the Minister has formed a special unit of Aurors. Ones to which the normal laws don't apply, these men and women are given the permission to search and destroy, kill and torture for interrogation. The time has come to answer fire with fire. These unit members are called Blackwings.

You can make a stand. Will you cast your morality and concience aside and become a Blackwing? Will you stand with Lord Voldemort? Or will you stand in the light and keep your hands clean as a member of the Order of the Phoenix?

The choice is yours alone.


RULES.-
Standard RP rules, no godmodding, no spamming, no one liners yada-yada-yada-yada.

Additional Rules:

No creating major plot twists before consulting me.

Character Information:

You may use your character from the LC. Although if you cannot picture your character doing what you have chosen you can change the name, only please do put your character name in the top corner of your post to know that's you when people adress you, you do not need to do so if you are playing your LC character. Do please note that given the nature of this, you'll be playing a much older character, 17 years old at minimum.


And so we begin:

The night was cold. The Magical Lawenforcement Agency had sweeped the entire place and no sign of the deatheaters. Only a few bodies lying on the floor. Michael was the first in the scene from the Blackwings, he was a unit leader. His great work as an Auror made him first choice for the Blackwings. He kneeled infront of a body and began looking at it. One of the Aurors was standing beside him.

"Well Haliwell?", the Auror asked.

"This one had the killing curse perfomed on him, he doesn't show any sign of trauma so he didn't even put up a fight, he must've been taken by surprise. The other body there does show some glass cuts and a few bruises which means he actually fought but was unlucky", Michael said standing up.

"Any idea on who they are?", the Auror asked.

"This one is Gregor Kuchev, Russian liasson for the Ministry. The other one there is William Regal, he's the advisor to the Head of the department of mysteries", Michael said.

"They're picking us like ducks in a pond", the Auror said.

"Yes, unlucky for you, not so much for us", Michael said.

"You're allowed to kill aren't you?", the Auror inquired.

Michael began walking away from the scene but turned back a little.

"I can't say", Michael said and walked away. He stood outside the building on the street, many photographers from the daily prophet and other papers were taking pictures of the place. Michael stood there for a moment and looked up at the moon.
It had a red ring around it, much more noticeable than before.

"They're not the only ones that died tonight", Michael said in a very low voice.

Dream apparated into a dark, dank castle that was hidden deep inside the remote range of mountains littering the Hungarian territories. A lone wolf stood waiting for her. It was a full grown wolf that had eyes which glowed a bright garnet red color. When Dream took a step towards him, the wolf ran to her side and began to walk along beside her. Dream buried her gloved hand into the fur on the top of his neck while with her other hand, she put away her wand. Her confidant footsteps echoed in a sharp staccato sound throughout the castle. She walked towards a light at the end of the long corridor. At the end of the corridor was a half closed door, that the wolf pushed open for Dream with his nose. Dream stepped into the room and all of the people inside stopped what they were doing to look at her. Dream didnt look at any of them, except for the man in the middle of the crowd. She stopped in front of him and bowed gracefully, low to the floor. Keeping her head faced down she spoke. "It is done, my lord. The Russian Embassador is dead. I killed him myself." she said, her voice crisp and clear.

Name: Morgan Sinistra

Morgan watched the house through a pair of omnioculars from a mile away on a neighboring hilltop. The Aurors were surveying the scene until she saw someone who wasn't on the usual murder team enter the house. She zoomed in her Omnioculars on him, and captured a few pictures of him with them.

"Looks like we have a Blackwing has joined them."

She said, talking to a her enchanted charm bracelet, which kept her in communications with the nearby Death Eater cell.

<<Currently Listening to: "Trial of Sevens" by Pendulum>>

"Micheal, do you have any comment about what went on here tonight?" Scarlett had been watching Micheal from the shadows for a chance to get him alone. She pulled up the collar of her trench coat to try to ward off the cold as her gloved hand pulled out her crimson quick quill and a log peice of parchment. Scarlett was hoping for an exclusive. She scanned the faces of the dead bodies making mental note of their names and faces, but the quill remained still, waiting for the quote from Michael.

Michael turned around to see Scarlett there holding her quill at the ready to take note of his response.

"I can't comment on any of this Scarlett. Remember, I don't exist", Michael said and sighed, "you look beautiful tonight, as always".

Scarlett flushed becomingly at Micheal's compliment, but got a hold of herself. He always does this to me, she thought. Her temper flared and she stamped her spiked Prada heel on the frozen pavement. "Dammit Micheal you are here, you exist. And I deserve an explination even if it is off the record." Scarlett put her quick quill away and penned Michael with an emerald stare that she hoped could not be denied.

Michael grinned a bit more at her reaction.

"I love it when you get angry", Michael said and turned to the doorway from where he came. "The Russian liasson and the Advisor of the Head of the department of mysteries are dead. That's all everyone's going to know".

He then grabbed her arm gently and moved her away from the crowd of journalists.

"I personally suspect Voldemort's group of nine is behind it. He sent a very skilled assasin, a petie deatheater is too sloppy, they cause too much mayhem and almost always leave a mark of their work. This one was clean and to the point", Michael said in a low voice so only her would understand.

Scarlett's eyes narrowed even further at Micheal's first comment, but she was unable to stop herself from being goaded. She did allow herself to be drawn away from the other reporters and what she heard comforted her greatly. "So it wasn't you this time," that killed someone she finished in her head.Scarlett did not know much about this shadowy man that she had been spending much of her free time with lately, beyond that he was totally infuriating, and that he sometimes had to kill people. She knew that he did this with permission from his government, but that didn’t make Scarlett feel better. She liked this guy, she really did, but she was not sure whether she was more afraid for him, or of him.

"I hate to break the bad news to you, but no, it wasn't", Michael said. "All joking aside, these men were truly loyal to the Ministry. They've lost some good people. It's time for retaliation".

He finished the sentance and an owl delivered a letter. It did not bare any mark from the ministry nor of any other organism that was disclosed to the public. It carried the seal of the blackwings. Michael opened the door infront of Scarlett, he did no effort to conceal it as it only revealed it's content to the person it was adressed to.

Michael read the letter. After he did the letter levitated from his hand and burned itself infront of them. Michael was sure that Scarlett would inquire about it.

"I have a mission, I can not tell you the details. But I will grant you the exclusive on it. Only requirement is that you report it as anonymous tip", Michael said.

Scarlett leaned close to Michael trying to glance at the letter the owl delivered but was hampered by her hieght and the blankness of the page. She stepped back quickly as the letter burnt itself up. She was dissapointed until Michael agreed to an interview. "Deal," Scarlett said firmly. "Though why it matters is beyond me since you don't exist, but I promise to leave your 'name' out. So where are we going on this mission?"

Michael looked at Scarlett.

"You want to come with me on this? I assure you it will not be pretty", Michael said and moved a bit closer to her but not too close as to not make her feel uncomfortable. "Are you sure you can handle watching a man die?".

Wouldn't be the first, Scarlett thought. Aloud she said letting a little trimmer into her voice. "I knew the Russian Liason. He was a good man. I want to help. And I don't have to watch. I can watch your back." Scarlett couldn't help but think that a first hand account would be better than a string of sound bites.

Emma May Potter turned in her spot at St.Mungo's, and felt the twirling, dizzy sensations that she had felt so many times. Opening her eyes when she felt the ground, she saw Micheal and Scarlett over in a corner, and several Aurors standing around her patient.

Walking over, her black boots echoing as the heel touched the ground, she dismissed the Aurors by the wave of her hand. "Excuse me boys, but I believe it is my turn to play with my patient!" she said coldly, with a hint of sarcasim. She looked down at the dead body, her patient's dead body. After a quick glance, she turned quickly and took several steps toward Micheal.

Placing her hands on her hips, she titled her head slightly to her left, her black curls wrapping around her shoulders. "What happened here? I thought you guys were watching him!?" she said, staring him down with her sharp green eyes. She had known him for a long time. He had gone to school with her, and even tried to persuade her to become an auror because of some her high test results, but instead she decided to study medicine.

Michael grinned.

"Alright, I know you're a woman with a great resolve and determination. We might as well get going then", Michael said and took out his wand. "Gonna have to apparate there, so hold on to my arm".

Michael moved closer to her so she could grab onto his arm, ready to apparate once she did. He then turned around to see Emma walking over to him and Scarlett. She was angry. Michael turned to face her and let out a sigh after she confronted him about the deaths of the two men.

"Emma, I'm not a babysitter, the Aurors were supposed to watch him. I came here...well let's say on other issues", Michael replied. Emma knew he was an Auror but she most likely didn't know that he was in fact a Blackwing, a death eater assasin.

Emma drew closer to Micheal, a grin on her face. Walking over to the other side of him, she whispered to him.."I know more than you think I know. I know you are a blackwing. I also know that within the last hour, I have been assigned to assist you medically in all of your missions, and eventhough I did not want to accept the assignment, I had to. So it looks like you are stuck with me!" she said stubbornly.."And also, your name has been mentioned to many times in my patients deaths or injuries!" she said stubbornly.

Name: Morgan Sinistra

((OOC: Sorry for the confusion people. the location of the murder was never really explained... I am now monitoring from a rooftop across the way from St. Mungo's))

Morgan watched the exchange between the others from afar, observing them, and trying to get a clear reading of what they were saying with spellwork. Suddenly the tatoo on her back burned painfully for a moment, and she put down the omnioculars, and lit a lighter, holding the button as a miniature face, shrouded in a dark hood appeared in it.

We need you to enter St. Mungo's, Act as if you are a visitor, and get up to the Russian Liason's room before the body is removed... on his person you will find a sealed parchment... and it MUST be delivered to your contact. Go now, and if you fail...

The voice broke off and the face flickered out of view. Morgan let her lighter's flame die, and started to head down.

She entered St. Mungo's hospital, and noted that the security seemed no higher than it was before. Apparently they were trying to hide the recent assasination thus far. All for the best. It will make my task easier Morgan thought, and started to head up the stairwell.


<<Currently Listening to: "The Test" By The Chemical Brothers>>

Michael grinned at Emma and gave a small laugh.

"Seems your patients believe in ghost stories Emma, I don't exist, well I do but you get the point", Michael said and turned over to the bodies. "Nothing left here, otherwise I'd be given orders. So want to get going now? It's getting late and I have an appointment".

Emma smiled.."Well, ghost stories are entertaining!" she said and looked over at the Aurors gathering around the body. "Can you please place him in room 313 at St. Mungo's for me, thank you!" she said, without letting them respond. She saw them roll their eyes and begin to carry his body out. "People, they have no respect any more!" she said under her breath.

Looking back at Micheal, she said.."So were are WE going?" she asked, as she glanced out the window behind Micheal at the pouring down rain.

When Michael mentioned his appointment Scarlett stepped close to him and took his arm. "Grab on and find out Emma," she invited "unless you are afraid of the unknown." Scarlett couldn't help trying to get under Emma's skin seeing the way that the other woman had treated both Michael and the other Aurors. Scarlett could see where the rumors she heard about Emma being high handed came from. Scarlett had a collegue that covered the obit section of the Daily Prophet who who rarely had a nice word to say about Emma.

Michael grinned at Emma.

"I'm not going to tell you", Michael said in a playful tone and then griped his wand tightly. "Hold on to my arm because we're apparating there and have your wands ready just incase we encounter any resistance".

Dream remained curtsied low to the ground as the man in front of her walked around her consideringly. "You have done well. Was there no trouble, my pet?" came a soft snakelike voice. A pale hand appeared in front of Dream's face, beckoning her to stand upright. Dream stood gracefully, pushing her cloak off of her head and shoulders to hang down her back amid her riot of bright red curls. "The Russian Embassador was easily killed. The other put up an unnecessary fight. Dimitri wanted to play with his prey before killing it." she said with a faint trace of scorn in her voice. Lord Voldemort lifted his hand to run his finger down the side of her cheek, and she remained still. Then he turned his head to pin his gaze on the man who had appeared in the room a couple moments ago. "Step forward, Dimitri." he hissed menacingly. Dimitri stepped forward, and dropped into a shaky bow. "My Lord! There were no others to see us, or for them to warn! I saw no harm..." he stuttered in terror. "Your fear is a stench that sickens my stomach, Dimitri. Why do you kneel before me in terror? Am I not your merciful lord. Do you not worship me and trust in me to take care of you, Dimitri?" he asked slowly as he began to walk around him. Dimitri started shaking even more, and his mouth started working to form words that his voice would not push out. When he was finally able to say "Yes of course, my lord!" it was too late. Lord Voldemort already had his wand pointed at Dimitri's back. "Avada Kedavra!"

Name: Morgan Sinistra

Morgan walked down the hall to the room where the body was, now wearing a Healer's robe, and walked in. She barely kept herself from running out back into the hall when she saw that the Auror, and several others were still in the room.

"I'm here to take the body to the morgue for special examination... if you will excuse me, I can take the body from here."

She said in a level, confident voice to the attendants that had the body. She took her wand from her pocket, beginning to cast a spell to levitate the body, and bring it with her, but waited for the approval of the attendants, choosing to avoid conflict if possible.

<<Currently Listening to: "All in My Head" by Kosheen>>

Emma looked at Scarlett, and gave her a beautiful smile.."No, I live for the unknown, thankyou. Maybe that can be the headline of your next article. You work for the Daily Prophet, dont you?" she said coldly. She got along perfectly fine, and treated people with respect..the people that she liked.

Looking at Micheal, she reached out for his arm, but before making contact, she said outloud.."Accio Parchment!", and watched as the sealed parchment that her patient had was now in her hands. Quickly, she put it into her pocket and watched as his body was carried out into the car on the road. Smiling, she looked back up at Micheal, "Ready!" she said, making contact with his arm.

Michael grinned at Emma and suddenly they were teleported somewhere else. The scenery was now a dark street of a small town. Many of the houses were old and most were rotten and falling apart. There was a light nearby from a house, not as old as the others. On the window of the top floor there was a light. A deatheater was there looking desperately for something.

On the porch however, there were two deatheaters standing guard. Michael moved to cover telling Emma and Scarlett to follow him.

"Alright, here is where it gets messy alright? You ladies wait for my signal so you can come and remember total silence, you must not be seen or heard", Michael said and moved from the back of the old house they were hiding behind to the back of the house that the deatheaters watched. Michael had his wand in his hand. He then pressed himself to the wall, peeking from the corner he then moved in to the open. A green light flashing from the tip of his wand quickly hit one of the deatheaters causing him to fall before his friend. The man reached for his wand as fast as he could but as soon as he reached through his robes another green light flashed and his lifeless body fell to the ground.

The other deatheater upstairs was making a racket, so he could not hear anything going on downstairs. Michael then waved to the with his hand in order to let them know the coast was clear.

Dream watched with cold eyes as Dimitri's body twisted in agonizing pain before falling limp against the stone floor. A puddle spread out from under him from his loss of control, and Dream grimaced in distaste. She looked at Lord Voldemort and saw that he was watching her face with an amused look on his face. "Do you desire anything else, my Lord?" she asked him, willing to follow any order that he gave her. He declined his head to her and she curtsied low before him again. She rose swiftly and said "You know where I'll be if you have need." Then she and her wolf walked out of the room, still not bothering to look at anyone else in the room. Dream strode to the end of the hallway and looked down at Embers. Ready to go home my love? she asked him, using her animal telepathy powers. Receiving assent from him, she lowered herself to her knees and wrapped her arms around Embers' body. Within moments, they were flying through space and time as she apparated them home again.

(( We need more direct conflict, so Im apparating over to where you guys are at.))

The attendants let Morgan take the body, and she levitated it, taking it up to a empty room before searching the body, finding a envelope in a hidden pocket in the Liason's coat.

"Got it..."

She said, and Apparated back to her contact's house, seeking to pass on the envelope so that the information could be taken to the higher ups. Morgan wasn't really anyone special in the Death Eaters, but she was known to be a skilled killer, and had been told that with more effort, she could advance within the Death Eater Ranks.

She reappeared in the second story of the old house, and saw the one known as Wormtail searching desperately for something.

"They're coming, coming coming... I know the blackwings are coming, but where is it?"

He said nervously, before running to the next room, his wand alight with a Lumos spell.

<<Currently Listening to: "Get Yourself High" by The Chemical Brothers>>

Scarlett hated apparating. The thought of being splinched was always present in her mind. But this story was worth it right? Right. That momentary compressed feeling gave way to the open air of a small town and Michael's strict instructions. Scarlett stayed down as she was told and watched Michael from cover for his signal. Just before he gave the signal, Scarlett saw a second figure appear in the lit window of the house.
Scarlett moved stealthly from shadow to shadow until she caught up with Michael. "There are two people upstairs now," Scarlett warned softly in his ear so as not to give them away.

Sil threw off his invisibility cloak and barely caught himself before hurling a curse at Michael. "Sorry," he whispered, lowering his wand as he crept closer to the Blackwing. "I saw your spell and thought you were one of them. So the Ministry already knows, then? Don't know how you boys find out these things so quick; I barely even got out of there in time."

He grinned a crooked grin that made him look more fierce than any Death Eater. "Voldemort sent the rat. I wonder what he'll make of my mousetrap."

From the window above came a high pitched voice. "I think I've found..." and then a short squeal.

"Portkey to nowhere," Sil chuckled.

Scarlett was very surprised to see Sil here. She had always thought of him as the mild mannered Apothecary Shop Clerk who had to take crap from his cheeky cash register. But his fierce grin disabused her of that notion quickly. She smiled at Sil and said to Michael, "I guess we are back down to one."

Dream walked out to her stables and checked on all of her animals. Twilight and Embers followed her back into the castle, choosing to stay inside with her. They knew how lonely she got at night since that awful night. It was the night that had changed Dream forever. The night that still plagued her dreams every single night. There were days when she wished to never wake up, because it was only in her dreams that she was ever really happy anymore. Dream walked through her abandoned castle, looking at all of the portraits. She found herself in a reflective mood, which meant the dreams would be really vivid tonight. It was probably from finishing her last assignment. It brought the issue of mortality back into her mind. She ended up in her bedroom, standing in front of the huge fireplace, watching the flames leaping in their strange, primitive dance. She looked at the pictures, running her hand along the sides of them. She felt that familiar twist of regret and failure and she quickly looked away. That's when she saw the rolled up piece of parchment on the mantle. She had forgotten that she had put it there. She opened it and once again read the contents. She would have to go of course. There was no way to avoid it without causing suspicion. She sighed and put the piece of parchment in the fire, and watched it get devoured by the flames.

Name: Morgan Sinistra

Morgan tensed when she heard Wormtail's squeal. He was a coward and a miserable wretch, but he was bound to Lord Voldemort himself, and that was enough to have her deal with him, unpleasant as he was. She held her wand at the ready, and felt the hair at the back of her neck prickle. She felt that something was wrong, and looked out the window, seeing shadows moving, even though there was no breeze.

"Wake up you wretches, we may have been found! Guards, wands at the ready, light up the yard! We may have Aurors paying us a visit tonight!"

Morgan yelled, her voice magically enhanced so that everyone in the house could hear her. Suddenly the yard was flooded with light, and after a few moments, the lights in the house all came on, one by one, several being lit by Morgan herself.

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Dream walked over to an armchair in front of the fire. It had been his favorite place to sit in their room, and it was one of the only times that she still felt close to him. Sometimes when she closed her eyes and actually relaxed, it felt as though his arms were around her instead of the chair's embrace. Dream gulped, trying to force away the memories that were crowding in on her tonight. She looked over at her Firebolt and wanted to throw it into the fire. She used to love flying more than anything, but now she hated it. She hardly ever did it anymore, but there were still times that she couldn't avoid it. She looked over at the clock and saw that it was almost three in the morning. She had to be up six, so hopefully she wouldn't have enough time to dream if she went to sleep now. Dream put out the fire and crawled up onto her bed where Twilight was already asleep, curled up on one of her pillows. Embers was lying across the foot of the bed, watching her with sleepy red eyes, making sure that she was safe.

OOC: Erin..Emma has the sealed parchment, she took it from his body before he was taken to St. Mungo's. So umm..you might have to change your last post! Sorry! :(


BIC: Emma followed Scarlett up into the light were she could make out Sil's figure. "Sil, you have wormtail?" she asked, looking up at the ceiling from where the sound was coming from. "Can I go have a look?" she said, a grin spreading across her face.."The last time I saw him he was in Azkaban, I am guessing he hasnt changed!" she said, while listening to him moaning about his lord and forgiveness.

"There really isn't much they can do by now, the guards are dead. These lights won't do them no good", Michael said and moved to the entrance of the house. His wand always at his side. As he peeked through the doors to the living room and dinning room a spell shot from his left and missed him by a hair. Another flash of green lit up the living room and he moved away towards the stairs. His face never changed when he killed a deatheater, his face was emotionless, as if he couldn't care less it was a person he was killing. Cold blood at it's best.

The stairs were blocked. Probably Wormtail was expecting them to show up, after all more and more deatheaters died on assingment because of blackwings. Michael aimed his wand at the stairs. A bombarda maxima spell shot from his wand to the debris but at that exact moment a deatheater had jumped in trying to surprise him. The spell hit him and the debris. The stairs were now clear and painted red. Michael looked over to Emma and then back at the stairs.

"Try not to get anything on you. They already know we are here, this will be more exciting", Michael said and moved over to the stairs to start climbing them. "Sil watch the back. Scarlett and Em, be careful".

Watching Michael work was as terrifying at the work he was doing, but Scarlett firmed her resolve and followed him up the stairs. She winced as her shoe stuck to the stairs, and consoled herself in the thought that when she got a raise because this story was so good, she could buy a new pair of Pradas without bloody soles. She moved quietly up the stairs behind Michael, her eyes darting around looking for trouble.

((OOC: Morgan's parchment is something placed there by one of the medical attendants, Morgan doesnt know that, since the Death Eaters don't even know who each other are in most cases. The Death Eaters knew the sealed parchment would be missed if it was stolen, so a insider in St. Mungo's duplicated it with magic before the investigation got there.))

Name: Morgan Sinistra

Her cries for alert going unanswered, Morgan knew the worst had happened, and that the guards were likely already dead. She couldn't hear Wormtail anymore, but it wasn't her job to babysit the little wretch, her job was to pass on the information gleaned from the Russian Liason's corpse. To pass it on to someone who was likely dead. The easy route to take would be to apparate away... but that way showed cowardice, and she was gunning for a promotion.

"Damned if I do, damned if I don't... might as well get some fun out of it I suppose..."

Morgan said to herself, and started to cast her usual regimen of combat spells on herself. Increased speed and agility, a haze of smoke around her to obscure her as a target, and the most powerful protection charms she could cast... one particularly dark spell requiring the blood of a enemy, whic she had on hand.

With a sprinting start, Morgan ran at the second story window, and leaped through it, hoping to catch the Aurors by surprise. She flew out like a banshee, and she let loose with a veritable fireworks display of spells, casting wildly on purpose for a shock and awe effect. Her body flew through the air slightly slower than it should, looking like a thundercloud getting vengeance on the world below.

<<Currently Listening to: "Desire" by 69>>

Scarlett heard shattering glass and turned to see where the noise was coming from. From her vantage point on the stairs she had a clear view out the front door and onto the yard. It looked to Scarlett like person sized ball of sparks had landed on the lawn. Spells were firing off in all directions and Scarlett quickly cast a protection spell on herself and headed down the stairs, flattening herself against the wall on one side of the open door.

Michael chuckled a bit. All of the deatheaters seemed hungry for theatrics. He did not care for much of that. He either deep fried them, blew them away or drove them mad with torture, then kill them. He moved to the window on the second floor. Wormtail was nowhere to be seen, the rat had disappeared leaving the witch in the front garden alone. Michael shot a crucio spell to the center of the smoke surrounding the person that was causing all the spells to fly around. He aimed his crucio spell as accurately as he could. If that wasn't going to work he'd use more torturing spells.

"I don't care for the theatrics girl so you might as well drop them, your kind does it all the time. Make it easy on yourself and drop dead, it will save me the trouble of choping your head off", Michael menaced from the window jumping down to the garden.

Scarlett could hear Michael's voice coming from somewhere above her and his words sent a chill through her. She suspected he was at the second story window getting ready to fire down onto the death eater. Of corse there he would have the high ground advantage. Why didn't I think of that, thought Scarlett. Wanting to do something to help with the deatheater Scarlett risked a glance out at the yard ready to duck if anything came zipping at her. She aimed a stunning spell at the smokey apparition on the lawn and let loose.

Morgan laughed, she rolled to a stop on the ground, and as she stopped moving the smoke that surrounded her spread quickly over the lawn, the light flooding it only making things harder to see for someone to see inside. She stepped aside, letting the Crucio spell float past. The smoke she had conjured not only made it impossible to see inside, it also amplified the effect of spells, so those inside could more easily dodge them.

With a litle luck, he won't get any bright ideas, like joining me in here... Morgan thought, and cast several Reducto spells over towards where Michael was, the force behind them ripping up large chunks of earth where they hit.

<<Currently Listening to: "Morning Lemon" by The Chemical Brothers>>