Evacuation [Open]

[Emory Williams]

Emory swore under his breath as he hurried down the corridor to the Dungeons. There were angry tremors still shaking the ground following the very large tremor that had disturbed their sleep. Dust was falling from cracks between the old stone of the walls and there was an air of fragility that was not usual at Hogwarts. It was a time of confusion and mild panic as students and faculty woke up in the early hours to what felt like an Earthquake, but Emory had quickly felt the unnaturalness of the incident. Whatever this was, his Druidic senses told him this was not truly of the Earth. 

What it was, was dangerous. Professor Marglos had been out for an early morning run, and had unfortunately been close to the Whomping Willow when the 'Earthquake' had hit. The Transfiguration Professor had been unable to get out of the way as the violent tree partially fell, it's limbs thrashing and hitting her, severely cracking several bones. And as Emory had already noted, there was a little too much dust falling from the walls down here in the Dungeons in particular. As Hogwarts was want to do in times of disaster, the students were being taken to the Great Hall. And with their Head of House now on her way to Mungo's it had fallen to Emory to collect the Slytherins. 

He slipped into the common room, glad to see most students already out of bed, looking around in a mixture of confusion and excitement and bleariness. 

"Alright, grab your friends, make sure everyone is accounted for and go to the Great Hall please. As quickly as possible." Emory announced counting students as they filed past him in chattering groups. 

[James Malcom MacDougal]

Jamie was an extremely heavy sleeper, and it took all three of his dorm mates to wake him up after the large shock. Bleary eyed, he pulled a shirt over his head and padded out barefoot, stumbling a little as little shocks hit and grogginess impaired his coordination. The rest of the house was gathered in the common room, the buzz  becoming a roar as he entered the space. The prefects were trying to create order but the younger kids were too busy either shouting in excitement or huddling in fear.

"Alright, grab your friends, make sure everyone is accounted for and go to the Great Hall please. As quickly as possible."

He rubbed both eyes, yawning hugely, as a professor entered. Professor-whats-his face started grabbing reluctant people and shoving them towards the door. Another yawn was interrupted mid-way when Jamie realized who he didn't see. Aly. He looked around frantically. "Aly? Aly!" She was blind! What if something happened to her on the way to the common room? Another tremor hit and he tumbled to the floor. "Professor!" He looked up at the older man, scrambling to his feet. "Have you seen Aly? She's blind!"

[Emory Williams]

Emory lost count as one of the Slytherin boys started yelling out the name of his friend. Then there was another shake that sent several students tumbling to the floor and a few loud shrieks of alarm pierced his eardrums. Emory put his hand against the wall, his Druidic senses feeling the weakness in the earth and stone around them and swore again under his breath. 

"Professor! Have you seen Aly? She's blind!"


Oh the blind girl, one of the Returned. The one who couldn't keep a plant alive if her life depended on it. He'd been told about her. Apparently Herbology wasn't the only class where she was going to struggle to get a passing grade. He grabbed one of the girls as she prepared to leave the room, turning her back towards the dorm. 

"Go make sure Alyson Bludwyne isn't still in her room," he ordered watching as she scurried off to obey. She came back only minutes later as the Common Room was finally empty of students apart from the boy who had first raised the alarm, a Jamie something if Emory remembered correctly. 

"Professor! She's in her room. Says she doesn't feel well, looks very white..." her rant was interrupted as a pale face finally emerged from the direction of the girl's dorms. 

The girl had been right. Alyson looked like death come early. But Emory had been warned about this too, apparently the girl was plagued with issues, a genetic blood disease being the reason she was so sickly looking. Her records were extensive, but Merlin, her illness had chosen a bad time to strike. 

"Ok let's get out of here. Jamie? Can you help me get Ms. Bludwyne to the Great Hall?"

[Alyson Bludwyne]

It had only been several minutes since she'd sneaked back in and collapsed on her bed when the Earthquake she'd created woke the Castle up. She listened in exasperation as students screamed in a mixture of confusion and excitement, scrunching her eyes closed as a headache began to steadily form behind her temples. She'd lost everything she'd been working towards that morning. It should have been a glorious day, with her followers rewarded and given power of their own, a release of Darkness where she would finally have emerged from the shadows, her power too great to be questioned.

Instead she was exhausted, all her energy used up, her body a useless sack of bones and muscle that was too tired to move. Her other dorm mates were rushing towards the Common Room, but as usual she hadn't connected with them and they didn't give her a second glance. 

Alyson lay there, trying to summon enough energy to get up and play the part she needed to play. Blind helpless scared girl. But Morgana only knew she couldn't be bothered. She felt weak and she was pissed off at how events had turned out. She just wanted to lie here in the dark and mope for just a few more minutes. Just be a typical frustrated teenager angry at the World. 

But apparently, she was not allowed that. She heard fresh footsteps as someone ran into the room and saw her lying on her bed, pale as the moon. 

"Can you not feel that?!" the newcomer snapped. "We're being moved. Get up!"

"I'm sick. Leave me alone." Alyson retorted. The other girl left and Alyson groaned. They'd come to get her. And she'd rather they didn't. She rolled herself over and out of bed, slowly dragging herself out of the room and to the Common Room. Who had even noticed her absence? That answer came as she entered the Communal Area, Jamie's familiar aura present along with that bloody Herbology teacher who seemed to take her plantlife-draining abilities as a personal affront. 

[James Malcom MacDougal]

"Ok let's get out of here. Jamie? Can you help me get Ms. Bludwyne to the Great Hall?"

Jamie nodded, frowning at how pale she looked. Just what had she been up to? It hadn't taken him long to discover that when she looked her sickliest she'd been casting more of her unusual magic. Just then another tremor hit, Jamie,reach out to Aly, offering her his arm.

"C'mon, your bird's not gonna be able to help you." it was too,crowded, too chaotic. They left the common room, following the rest of the Slytherins up the,corridor. This time when the tremor hit you could hear the toppling of walls, the clatter of stones as they fell. Jamie stumbled, falling and landing awkwardly on his wrist, the same one he'd broken falling down that hill. "Bloody hell!" he swore, scrambling to his feet, cradling that hand, "Gotta get out."