Dublin, Ireland

Hot tears are running down my face. What should I do? WHAT SHOULD I DO??!! My hand shakily starts reaching to Artemis's, as if it has a mind of it's own.

You're making the better choice this way...

My heart's racing so fast in fear and confusion... Should I do it? Eventually, after what seems like a really long time, my hand reaches Artemis's, taking hold.

-I smile at her- Okay... welcome back Raven...

I'm still shaking, feeling a mix of guilt, shame, regret, fear, and anger. Tears are still running down my face; I can barley stand... let alone walk.

Here... I'll get us back to Hogwarts...

Regret... So much regret... I look around at all the dead bodies of the aurors. I helped do that... All this emotion is overwhelming, and I nearly pass out.

-I help support her- Hey are you okay?

"I'm fine... I'll be fine..." I'll never be fine... "Let's just get back to Hogwarts..."

Okay... -I take her hand and we disapparate-

Jaq ran over to the cliff, the aurors around him hurt and dying. He panted, sweat dripping down his face, the knife in one hand, his wand in another. He stared at the water, waiting for Crouch to reappear. He swore violently. Clenching together his teeth. He'd have to let the Dark Lord know. And Raven... what had she done?! Gone with that auror pup?!
He bristled with rage - an opportunity to kill the runt and none of them had taken it. He looked up at the dark mark, hanging above the cliff. His master would consider Crouch loyal to the end, and there was nothing Jaq could do about that. He kicked a dying man in his fury. Jaq would just have to see Voldemort's reaction when he reported back. He disapparated.

She wandered along the outskirts of the town. Ireland had always felt like home to her making her feel relaxed, her guard down which was a rarity. 



ooc tis for anyone to join in if they want... am bored

Ireland wasnt far enough, and I knew that. Hell, the whole UK was unsafe. but the small island had been my home my whole life. and it wasnt a particually good life, I knew that. I carry a surname of a family drenched in blood and hate, I carried half that blood on my hands, but started again? starting as a muggle?
It was terrifying.
"Ma'am?"  I pull myself out of my thoughts to the bus driver in front of me. He was smiling, slightly sympathetically, like he had seen this before. A young woman with darkness in her eyes. Maybe he had. "Are you alright?"
"Not really." I didnt have the energy to lie.
His face softened. "Where are you going?"
"I...dont know." I start to back off the vehicle. "Sorry. I have no money, I cant.."
He sighed. "get back on, kid. It's fine."
I slowly do, sitting on the seat at the front, near him. his eyes meet mine in the mirror as he starts the engine. 
"Whats your name, kid?"
I pause. "Guinevere." I reply finally. He nods slowly, then starts to drive.
I didnt care where I would end up.
Not anymore.

What kind of day was it where one had to travel all the way to Ireland to pick up a delivery? But sure enough here he was, picking up a box of what some may call junk, that some being people without an eye for potential like Artisan was...

I was walking down the street when I looked up, my steps fautering slightly as I saw someone standing in front of me. 'Artisan?'

Artisan looked up from his box, "Oh hey River, what brings you to leprechaun central?"

'I'm, ah...' I pause. 'You havent heard yet?'

"Haven't heard what?" He asked confused. He'd been in his shop for the past few weeks working tirelessly on all his new ideas that seemed to come 5 a day.

I grin. 'Im dead! Suprise!'

"Umm... see the thing is..." Artisan scratched the back of his neck as he awkwardly explained, "You're kinda not..."

ooc I can totally see this converstaion happeneing and now cant stop laughing.

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'well...no. But in the wizarding world, I am. People believe I am dead, therefore I am.'

OOC X'D Me too!

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"Ahh gotcha! Why'd you have to do that though?"

'Crouch...' I took a breath. 'Crouch sent Death after me. turns out I had outlived my time, and Crouch wanted to make sure I was finally dead. But Death couldnt kill me and I could not live any more so...'

Days had turned into weeks which had rolled unto months. And I was still here. I had grown fond of Ireland, although I felt bad lying to the people that hahad given me a home and a job.
A Muggle job. 
No magic, no robes, no...nothing.
I had taken to hiding my wand deep in the drawers in my room, hadn't even looked at it for a few weeks. That was the past, and it was something I had to forget.
I was safe here, where I was the slightly odd woman with a mysterious past. They didn't care about where I was from, who I was, as long as I paid my way. So I did. Part of me could see a future here. 
Something u had never had in the wizarding world.

Kinglsey arrived in Ireland, near the sight where River was supposedly reported as being seen. He'd hoped against hope that River would listen to him and help them in this time of great struggle.