Looking for Problems to Solve (Damien/Open)

[William Anderson]

09/28 -- Earthquake Day

He was on edge. He couldn't help it. He knew why he was on edge and he was trying to relax and yet he couldn't help it!

He was hoping a walk around Hogsmeade would help him to relax but so far it didn't seem as if it was working. His mind kept wandering.

He didn't want to be thrown into the fray again. It felt like he had just gotten out of the fray. Of course he himself hadn’t directly been in the fray last time, but it surely felt like it. He saw the effects of the war first hand. There had been a few days in which his mom had recruited him to help out at the hospital. It was more of a hand me this and hand me that sort of job but seeing the injured...it haunted him. Seeing how his mom broke down and feel to her knees sobbing when she had gotten to news of her brother’s death--it haunted him. The dread and fear that had washed over him when he had heard that Damien had been hurt -- it haunted him even despite knowing that his brother was all right.

There was so much on his mind. Too much one would say. And maybe this was why he had felt the need to get fresh air at this absurdly early hour of the morning. There was hardly anyone around (and for the better-he didn’t feel like being sociable right now). It was just him and he was all right with that. He stopped as he spied the Shrieking Shack. The abandoned house stood out like a sore thumb against the newer buildings. The boarded up old dilapidated house -- it echoed how he felt right now to be honest.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he thought he had heard something exploding. Boom! --it had sounded like something was happening in the general direction of the Forbidden Forest. Well THAT was promising...no not really. Oh brother what was going on now?.

He wished he hadn’t of asked. The ground underneath him suddenly began to shake violently. ”Whoa!” The suddenness and unexpectedness of it sent Will falling onto the ground. He grunted as he had fallen forward--his chest and face hitting the ground. Ow. That was going to leave a mark. But he was hardly concerned about that. A hand shot out for the nearest whatever that he could find and he grabbed the post as if his life depended on it. His eyes clenched shut as he heard wood splintering and things falling and the rumbling noise getting louder and the ground was still shaking as if it was a snow globe and oh dear Merlin perhaps this was not a good idea after all.

[Damien Anderson]

It was a quiet day in Hogsmeade, or at least it was at bloody 5 am in the bloody morning. Damien swore to himself as he soared through the sky over the small village. The Kellie's were touring, they were going to play a charity game against the local Hogsmeade league the next day. Damien was arriving a day early to visit his brother. He'd started off at an ungodly hour from the team's home base in Glasgow with the intention of surprising his brother.

BOOM!

Suddenly the world rocked below him and he watched, stunned, as the earthquake hit Hogsmeade. It was a surreal experience, one he was snapped out of when he spotted a familiar form below clutching s fencepost. He swooped down as the earthquake died away, leaning over his broom. "Fenceposts aren't any good in an earthquake, brother."

[William Anderson]

It wasn't but several moments, but it felt like the shaking was never ending. He just wanted to get through this. He just wanted to get through this and still be in one piece. And since when did this area get earthquakes for Merlin's sake?! The shaking died done and it seemed like it was over. He soon heard an oh-so familiar voice and his eyes shot open. He saw Damien on his broom hovering not too far above him and he couldn't help but to roll his eyes at his brother. Of course he would be joking around wouldn't he? Of course he would. It wouldn't be Damien if he didn't.

"Yeah well at least it was something." Will retorted back as he got to his feet. His heart was still pounding out of his chest and it was surprising that his brother couldn't hear it from over there. His eyebrow rose as he looked over at him, "What are you doing--" he suddenly froze as he thought he had heard something.

He turned with a start--putting a hand up to hush his brother who no doubt was wondering why he had stopped mid sentence. He saw the shrieking shack -- or well what was left of it. No surprise that the shack was in ruins. There were some days that it had surprised Will that the stiff autumn winds didn't blow the place over with as old as it looked. He stared at the ruins for a long moment or two -- something was off. Something was wrong.

Wait a minute. There. There it was. It was faint. He could barely just hear it himself. Someone was yelling. Calling out for something. Will eye's widened, "Holy crap. I think there's someone in there." he said as he began to walk quickly towards the splintered mess. What was he crazy? It was dangerous. He could get hurt. He knew all of this, but it mattered not. Someone was in there. And then deciding that canine paws would be much more agile and canine ears would pick up those sounds--he transformed into his animagus form. The shaggy brown furred husky dog now made a beeline for the shack ruins. Whether or not his brother followed was up to him.

[Damien Anderson]

"Yeah well at least it was something." Will retorted back as he got to his feet. His heart was still pounding out of his chest and it was surprising that his brother couldn't hear it from over there. His eyebrow rose as he looked over at him, "What are you doing--" he suddenly froze as he thought he had heard something.

"You know what is also something? My broom," Damien said, much more cheery now that he had his brother to annoy. "Can't die in an earthquake if you're fl--" his mouth hung open in surprise as Will hushed him. "Hey--" but then he heard it too, someone yelling. Where? He followed Will's gaze towards the shrieking shack, which had tumbled down on itself. 

"Holy crap. I think there's someone in there."

Damien leaned over his broom, making a beeline for the shack. On the Nimbus he was infinitely faster than his brother, and arrived at the shack first. "Hello?" He called, dismounting.

[William Anderson]

Will wasn't too far behind his speedy brother on his speedy broom (how he didn't get sick on that thing was beyond him but that was a mystery for another time). He stopped at the foot of the debris, eyes closed and eyes straining to hear where that voice was coming from. It was coming from somewhere, he knew he hadn't heard things.
It was within the rubble somewhere. A few seconds ticked by and Will started to worry. Oh dear please let this person be okay. Do not let them pass out. How else were they to find them if they had? This could get bad.


'Help! Get me out of here!'

Ahhah! There it was! That voice again. It was a male for sure now that he was closer to the source. He sounded like he was in some sort of pain (wouldn't have surprised him--there aren't many who can stand a building collapse and not be hurt at all) and it also sounded like he was on the verge of panicking (who could blame him really?). Will wished he could send the guy some calming vibes...panicking wasn't going to do him any good at the moment. It could make things worse but that was beyond him and so he would just focus on finding the guy as soon as possible.



The husky's nose was always going to beat his sense of smell handily and so that was what he'd use. He was trying to sense something -- anything other then wood, dirt, mold and dust. If the guy had some food with him or if he wore some type of cologne (that was a stretch but hey you never know...) or maybe even if he hadn't showered for longer then one ought to have or even if he was bleeding from an injury...just something to where he could pinpoint the man's location. A few minutes later -- he finally found what he was looking for. He smelled that coppery twang and mentally cursed. Whoever was down there was hurt. A few minutes of walking around and trying to figure out what he was going to do and he found a hole in the debris--this was perfect. 

'Awooo!' 

he couldn't speak in this form but he could sure howl. And how he did in order to let Damien know that he had found the source of what they had heard. And then without hesitation, he dove into the hole without regard to safety. He began to dig his way down to the trapped person. He was already half disappeared into the hole by the time his brother got there, but his mind was on a one track. He wasn't going to leave without making sure this guy got out okay. 

[Damien Anderson]

'Help! Get me out of here!'

'Awooo!'

The shack wasnt very big, it only took them a few minutes to pinpoint the victim, Will howling when he found them, diving into a hole in the debris. Damien cursed, hopping back on his broom to go hover over the site. He raised his wand, levitating debris off to the side, made more difficult by his brother's presence. 

"Will! Get out here and help me move this!" he called. Levitation really wasn't his speciality. He barely managed to float it long enough to toss it to the ground on one side of the collapsed building. It was certainly easier than doing it by hand, and safer too, if he didnt crush Will in the process. Will was much better at than he was but he was a dog right now. "Will!" he moved some more rotting wood, where was his brother?