Ministry of Magic (British)

"STOP!!" I focus my mind on his wand, knocking it out of his hand, panicking.

My eyes widen marginally in surprise as I look at her.

Tears are falling from my eyes, coating my cheeks. I hold his wand in the air above my head, my heart still racing.

My own eyes look to her, almost fearful looking, "Please... you don't have to do this."

I notice that fear in his eyes, but I don't believe it. "You were hurting him... I had to..."

"Just.. let's all of us calm down..." My hand was slowly moving to a secret compartment in my desk where a spare wand was stored.

I look at him with untrusting eyes, snapping this wand in half, too panicked to even concentrate on his movements.

Crest: I notice the movement he was making, this was a trick that many death eater spies used. This wasn't the first time I've seen it nor will it be the last.

I spring forward from my chair and kick his hand away from the compartment.

Smith: I scowl at him, "You filthy Strayer...."

I take deep breaths, really shaky. I knock Smith back with my mind, slamming him into the wall the hardest I can.

Auror: I open the door, having heard all the noise. I get my wand out, shooting a stunning spell at Crest.

Crest: I try to get out of the way of the curse but get hit.

Smith: "Destroy him." I give the order to the other aurors.

Auror: I'm about to follow Smith's orders, but then...

Sam: "NO!!!" This is too emotional for me... Not Crest. Maybe me, but not Crest... Random little things start flying around the room, and the walls start cracking.

Smith: My god... was this... the power of telekinessis?

Crest: I look at Sam, "Dearest... please..."

I look at Crest, breathing frantically, tears sliding down my face. Seeing Crest and hearing his voice calms me down a bit.

I finally get to my desk and pull out my wand and point it at Crest's stunned form, "Surrender or I'll finally have a Strayer corpse to fill me with joy."

I look at Crest, my eyes widening. Everything calms down, and I stop, saying nothing.

I look at Sam, the stun finally wearing off, "Dearest... run.... I can take anything they give."

"No... I'm not leaving you!" I look at him with a deep love in my eyes.

(( need a Descole, anyone? ))

"You have to... you have to stay safe..." I tell her with love in my eyes and self sacrifice.

OOC Sure!

(( Well here comes the fling. ))

"Wand down, Smith.... we wouldn't want you.. hurting... yourself..."


A cold, masked face with chin buried in his signature fluffy boa was facing the Auror, his own sword pointed straight at him.

Smith: "Descole... what is the meaning of this!"

Crest: I look up in surprise at Descole, was he really trying to save my life.

I look at Descole with surprise, but am very greatful for the help.

"The meaning?"
A long, cold laugh shifted through Descole's lips, his suit shining neatly.
He was in full outfit, his large hat placed regularly on his head, and his cape fascinated neatly around his shoulders.

"I'm merely afraid for your health is all... you're really going to strain something, honestly..."

"Descole, stand down or there will be... consequences..."

"Consequences?"

Jean spoke smoothly, a hungry, wolfish look on his face.

"From you? Oh, no one really has to know.... and would you really want to face me...?"

He gave a shrill whistle, and a pack of his wolves came trotting in behind him, snarling and snapping.

"... And who's to say I don't want the Strayer.... mm..?"