#* pippa. ( 001. )

[cinnamonfm]

with – @icypippa​ where – somewhere on campus when – first day back after the break 

heni had spent the brunt of her remaining holiday treading on eggshells around her parents. being the child of two lawyers was testing enough on the regular, but with a potential murder in the mix? it had been a constant barrage of questions. and it hadn’t been made any better by the fact that they’d brought in the family lawyers, too. just to coach her in the event of more fbi-interviews. it had quite honestly felt like they were treating her like she was guilty of something. like she’d been the culprit of everything that had happened at ogden. “so,” she begins, eyeing up pippa as she speaks. “your parents didn’t decide to pull you, either?”

[aresibrahim]

STARTER CALL / @pipparossi​

People like Pippa were the truly fascinating ones. She had learned this small secret when the woman first showed up on their side of town. Maybe it was the appeal of being different, or maybe it was something about the softer edges that directly called out all her sharper ones. Whatever it was, it had stuck. It stuck even now, approaching the door she’d learned to know well. It was all a part of the plan, the routine. Some people had bandaids and booze, and maybe she just simply had this.

Truth be told, the fights she got into were mostly always her own fault. Something about a short fuse or quick temper, but this was a rare exception. That meant there was a mean bruise forming under the cut on her cheek. It was something they would only admit to being because they were caught off guard. Either way, she found herself leaning in the other woman’s doorway, after doing her customary knock. “Before you open that I just want to say that the other guy looks worse, and uh..” A purposeful pause as she tries to think of more excuses. “And it’s not as bad as it looks, honestly.”

[adveanture-archived]

Oh no I'm thinking about Milo and Pompeii again

[adveanture]

dick has never been good at social media, but when tiktok happens, he finally finds one that clicks because he can just post videos of him doing acrobatics / circus tricks for the internet.  his profile takes off because he’s hot and it’s kind of a thirst trap, but he has no idea that’s why. 

[fadiingxliight]

Shoshi was excited to meet her daughter after so long, driving through the streets of Huntsville to find the place she now lived at. The whole looking for her father thing was not something Shoshi actively encouraged but she was aware how important it was to Pippa to find that dirtbag who knocked her up and bailed. So despite her personal feelings, and knowing nothing good could come out of finding the stupid man, on hearing that she has a lead, she left her job and came to the little town where her daughter resided as soon as she could. She stopped her car when she reached the address, knocking at the door and waiting for Pippa to open up, a bright smile resting on her features. @sliceofsky​

[trclawneys]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐫𝐨𝐲-𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.

@queenpicca​

         ❝      i   just   assumed   you   didn’t   want   special   treatment      ❞

[bean-damnaithe]

It was just suppose to be a flying visit. She wasn’t suppose to stay longer than a day, she hadn’t even booked to stay anywhere. Briana really had assumed the rumour was fake. It couldn’t have been real. Mack was the Alpha, he was the strongest. Even staring at the headstone didn’t feel real. Lorcan had shown it to her but her brain was struggling to deal with the information. Literal centuries of unspoken words were dying inside of her as she realised it was all too late. Hearing someone approach she quickly wiped her eyes. As far as anyone knew she’d gotten over Mack centuries ago. Clearing her throat she looked up as she saw Pippa. 

She braced herself, never quite sure how to approach the O’Phelan’s. “I’m already leaving. I was just... paying my respects.” @pippaxophelan​

[jcsies]

𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐀 𝐅-𝐇.

@queenpicca​

        ❝      if   you   like   it   that   much   pips   ,      you   should   just   get   it   .      you   look   good   in   anything   but   that   was   something   else   .   and   if   what   mum   and   dad   gave   you   doesn’t   cover   it   ?      my   treat      ❞

[daniellle]

pippa.

continued from here @pippc​

HANDS are wringing nervously as she barely listens to the words that seem to echo across the room. she doesn’t want to be here. she shouldn’t be here. she’s not one of these people, not really. Baby blues scan the room and meet her MOTHERS honey browns. She is watching her closely from the other end of the table, her eyes are COLD, calculated. She doesn’t need to speak for Pippa to know what she is saying, and the younger’s eyes fall to the floor again, her mind focused on swallowing the LUMP that seems to be permanently stuck in her throat like STICKY TOFFEE. how did she end up in this situation? will she get out with her life? is DEATH the only way out? would it be worth it at this point? her thoughts are punctured by the sudden sound of chairs moving against hardwood floor and around her DARK faces get up, some making for the exit, others stopping to talk with each other. With shaky legs she pushes her chair back, lifting herself, hoping no one stops her to ask what she thought of the meeting - she has no thoughts, well, that’s not true, she has plenty of thoughts, but none that can be voiced without DIRE consequences. if she’s learnt anything, its to keep her mouth shut. She attempts to move swiftly across the room, but within seconds is stopped - THANK HELGA it’s DANI. she’s not sure she can handle many other people. ‘‘ oh - yeah, sure. do you wanna go outside? ’’  

She hates the meetings most of all, perhaps. Danielle isn’t good at sitting still, because when she sits still and is forced to listen, her mind wanders. And when her mind wanders, she finds herself in places she’d rather not be. Places of volatility, of violence – directed at herself or others, but what’s the difference anyway? – of stifling fear, above all. She wants nothing to do with such things, would rather spend an evening like this in a bar or club, or even rehearsing lines in her bedroom. Anything but sitting still and keeping her mouth shut. And so when it’s done, she feels restless, an exploding bomb. She considers reaching for Archie, asking him for anything to numb herself again, but in the end chooses Pippa. Her presence alone is soothing, Dani has found over the years, and she has the feeling that she could use some distraction, too. They all could. “Please, yeah,” she says, wanting to say anywhere but here, but not daring to add it in this company. Already she’s moving, looking over her shoulder every now and then to check for Pippa. She’s moving fast, her restlessness evident from her steps alone. Once outside, metres removed from any other Death Eaters, she looks at her fellow Hufflepuff. “Lestrange could learn a thing or two about capturing people’s attention, don’t you think?” A joke, delivered without passion. Rabastan is, in all truth, rather terrifying, and that catches Dani’s attention alright. Her eyes drift away from Pippa. “It’s like Binns teaching history of magic.” She’s silent for a moment, before meeting Pippa’s eyes again. “You okay?” 

[zaraivancva]

Zara stumbled back. Though she wanted to tell herself that it was because she was tired, because she’d been out drinking last night, or some other excuse, none of them were the case this time. Today, Pip had genuinely gotten the better of her and won their training session. While some training partners didn’t like to declare winners, and Pip and Zara never formally did, Zara always noted who ‘won’ that day in her mind. And today it wasn’t her.

It wasn’t nearly as loud as muggle clocks that rang out on the hour, but as the minute hand hit twelve, the clock mounted on the nearby wall gently sang. Before their session started, Zara charmed it to let them know when it was 6:00 pm to remind them to take a break and get some food.

As Zara walked over to where she’d set her jacket, she offered light congratulations to Pip. “You got me today. And that last bit.” Zara mimicked the movement of the spell that Pip had used that caused her to stumble backwards. “That was good.”

@pippaxstrout​

[warricrwclfrps]

{ nova + pippa }

Much like every Saturday night, Nova found herself at a party. Her family thought she’d be out of this “party phase” by now, though she knew it wasn’t exactly a phase she’d grow out of it. However, entertaining that thought meant she’d entertain a whole other slew of problems she wasn’t ready to face just yet, so she picked up another drink and just enjoyed the night. She was halfway through her drink when she decided the house was getting a little too stuffy for her liking--and the men staring a little too long--and she meandered her way out the front door to get some fresh air.

Nova stumbled slightly to the sidewalk, though she wouldn’t be able to escape the loud, pounding music spilling onto the front yard from inside the house. She wasn’t outside for long when her attention was drawn to an approaching figure. “You’re not from around here, are you,” she said as her gaze traveled up and down the other girl’s figure. “You look lost. Cute, but lost.” Nova pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she leaned back on her hands, her mind not even picking up on the fact that her verbal filter was non-existent.

closed starter for @tangodancer1x1​.

[crookedkingdcm]

who: angelique x pippa ( @nitwitisms​ )  where: outside wherever quidditch games are held

Angel hated the Quidditch league. With a passion. It was corrupt and it was incompetent and it did not care about a single thing except making money and people could justify it as ‘business’ all they wanted but Angel was sure there was a way to do business without turning into heartless bastards. Case in point: the protest that they were trying to shut down.

Angel had heard talk about how it drove crowds away and how it just wasn’t a look but maybe if the Quidditch league didn’t want their to be a protest, they should stop using elves to do tasks they considered themselves too good to do. Angel was maybe spoiled in a great number of ways, she had grown up with house elves doing most of the work but her family had never once treated them badly. They were compensated fairly and had fair hours. It wasn’t like how she had seen in other households, where they were treated more as pieces of furniture than anything else. The thought made her stomach turn. 

So when the President of the league told them to stop the protest by ‘any means necessary’, Angel threatened to walk out. She knew if she did, Laurie would to and maybe the team would still win with whoever played instead of them but Angel knew their popularity. And sitting one game out wasn’t going to kill her. Probably. It was what she ended up doing, right before the match was about to start because she didn’t go back on her threats and well - the man did just get on her nerves. 

She saw her at the front of the protest, her voice magically enhanced to sound louder as she talked about house elves. She knew her vaguely from seeing her at Order meetings every now and then but knew little more about her than her name. Angel briefly wondered why that was. She pushed her way to the front of it until she was right next to her, picking up one of the signs that was lying by the side as she went. “Hey!” Angel said, a smile appearing on her lips, “Did you organize all of this?”

[adveanture-archived]

it is very important to my portrayal of ted tonks that he does not PINE for andromeda black 

[sienna-selene]

Text Message: [ Pippa ]

Pip: Enne!!!!

Pip: Help!!!!!!

Pip: I have a date and I have no idea what to wear.

Pip: At least I think it's a date. We're only going to the fair but he did ask me out. That's a date, right?

Enne: Awh!

Enne: That's definitely a date.

Enne: You want to be cute but casual.

Enne: Wait, who is he?!

[strengthbound]

Task 001

Pippa

[thirdwars]

the battle at diagon alley // dove longbottom.

Mentions/features: Longbottom family, Pippa Greengrass, Lucy Weasley, Lily Potter, Ronan Nott, Avalon Black, Roman Jugson, Susan Bones, Diomedes Avery. Triggers: violence, blood, murder. Genocide and fascism mentions.

To summarise: Dove arrived with her siblings, and they were wearing matching costumes ( greek mythology based ). She sees her father getting attacked, but because of the chaos that unfolds is unable to help but does know that Lydia helps him. Seeing Neville getting hurt makes her, well, even more ruthless, and Dove moves through the battle as a fury. She fights with Pippa who is helping Rahim, and knocks her off her feet and moves on. She also comes across Fiorella at a certain point, and the two fight side by side for a while. When she hears Lucy screaming while being hurt by Zelda, she and Lily and Ronan come to her rescue. Eventually, she and Avalon end up dueling Death Eaters together, and Dove ends up killing Roman Jugson to save Avalon’s life. After this, she gets corned by a number of Death Eaters, and Susan helps her out of that situation. She returns home post battle, where she finds no one, and then apparates to St Mungo’s where she finds the rest of her family. The day after the battle, she punches Diomedes in the nose and quits her job, which you can read about here.

THREAD 001: Pippa and Dove

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: She is wands and eyes blazing, moving through the battle as if she is a fury, thirsty for vengeance. In all truth, that is what she is. The image of her father, hurt, haunts her mind, and it feeds her anger, kindles her fire. Someone has to pay: for him, for her grandparents, for Harry, and for lack of one person to point a wand or finger to, she directs her fury to all Death Eaters. If they all want to look the same - masked, cloaked, anonymous - she will treat them all the same. When she sees a masked individual, unoccupied, she raises her wand, hardly thinking twice, "Diffindo!" 

PIPPA GREENGRASS: There is so much happening. Everywhere she turns she is met with FLASHING LIGHTS and BLOOD. The air is filled with the scent of CANDYFLOSS and BURNING and she is sure this is what the END OF THE WORLD feels like. Pippa has to stop or her legs are going to give way, she’s not sure how much longer she can keep going, how much longer she can FIGHT. So she stops, just for a moment, just to catch her breath, and that’s when she hears it. She hears the spell before she sees it and her head swings round to see a FLASH OF SILVER making its way to her. ‘’deletrius!’’ She fires quickly, watching the spell disintegrate inches from her face. eyes search for the culprit. PIPPA DOESNT WANT TO HURT ANYONE, but it’s clear Dove wants to hurt her. ‘’Everte Statum!’’ She yells, hoping to knock the other backwards, if not just to escape the situation.

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: Dove doesn't listen to the voices behind the masks: they do not matter to her. Anyone who chooses – because to her, it is always a choice – to hide behind such a thing, is the same. An enemy: someone to be eliminated, if necessary. She's out for blood, and perhaps it's her confidence that keeps her from dodging the other's curse. As the impact of hit hits her, and she flies back – landing with a nasty crack – she takes a few seconds to get up, her eyes blazing more now that the other has gotten a curse in. "What, trying to get out of this, you little coward?" She's snarling, moving towards the other, feet hit-hit-hitting the ground as she casts two diffindo's after one another. She wants to draw the blood she's out for. Fury has a hold of her tongue. "Fight me, that's what you came here for, didn't you?

PIPPA GREENGRASS: Pippa watches Dove crawl back up with childlike fascination. There is so much anger behind the others eyes. She understands why, she does, and the empath in her bleeds for the Longbottom girl. A part of pippa wants to lower her wand and allow Dove to do what she pleases. To tear her open, to watch her bleed out. It would probably serve them both. But she doesn’t, she moves backwards, her arm moving quickly to block the spells, ‘’ I don’t want to fight you, Longbottom, because I don’t doubt that your duelling skills are far superior - Immobulus - to mine. Why don’t we call a truce on this duel before it gets out of hand?’’

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: She blocks the other's spell, her wand movements fluid, and as the other moves backwards, she steps forward. The others words prove what Dove thinks of the Death Eaters: that they're all either pathetic cowards willing to look away from harm, or those happily causing it. "Tough shit, 'cause I do want to fight you," she snarls. "Call a truce? Call a fucking truce?" For a moment, she forgets about curses and hexes, and lets out an incredulous laugh. "Look around you, you fucking idiot, does this look like a place to wave a white flag?" And then, her wand aims like a knife again, Dove casting stinging hex after stinging hex, relentless. "Things have already gotten out of hand, and you're to blame." Well, all Death Eaters, or maybe those at the top, but Dove thought that was all the same anyway.

PIPPA GREENGRASS: Pippa can't help but roll her eyes behind her mask at Dove’s words. She foolishly hoped she would be able to get through this battle unscathed but clearly the other seems intent on popping that bubble. As the elders words become nasty, Pippa feels her frustration grow. Over the last few months, she has been continuously mocked for her seemingly low IQ. It’s a touchy subject. ‘’ wanting to call a truce doesn’t make me a fucking idiot. I. am. not. an. Idiot.’’ Each word is punctured by the motions her arm makes to defect the string of hexes. She had to admit, Dove is a talented dueller. She wonders for a moment if they would have been put against each other had they been in the same year at school - FUCK. Always a mistake to let your mind wander, but she realises that a moment too late when she feels an invisible knife cut through the skin of her cheek. ‘’ fuck - protego!’’ It’s quick but too late. ‘’Expelliarmus!’’

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: genocide and fascism cw / She doesn't care if she hurts the other's feelings: she just wants to hurt them more. "You are, though! You are! You and your masked, cowardly friends decided to attack a fucking halloween festival, and you want to call a truce?" Her words are spat out, the violence she wants to commit on her tongue, too. "Maybe if you don't want to fight, don't be part of a genocidal band of fascists, it's really not that fucking complicated." In her black and white world, it's awfully simple, after all, and the fact that the Death Eaters hid behind masks made it all the more easier for Dove to see them all like the same. She deflects the disarming charm, which painfully reminds her of Harry, and she gets closer, closer, closer. "Fight me," she snarls, her wand aimed at the shorter Death Eater, flames curling at the tip. "Stop defending yourself and fight me, you fucking coward." 

PIPPA GREENGRASS: blood tw / “to be fair, hosting a carnival in the middle of a war? What did you guys expect to happen? I’m not sure our side are the idiots in this particular situation. ’’ It’s snappy, she’s on the edge. She knows she’s wrong, of course, she does, but Dove's words cut deeper than the invisible knife. Pippa knows that she is a coward, she knows the doesn’t belong here, but she also knows she’s scared and she knows she’s being watched. So fine. If Dove wants her to fight, she will. But she won’t give in and cause the hurt the other craves. Standing straight, she fires several stinging hexes and a freezing spell for good measure. Nothing to cause any serious damage, just enough to hopefully get Dove off her back (it probably won’t.) she can feel the blood oozing from her cheek, leaking down and over chapped lips, the metallic taste filling her mouth as she tries to remain composed. She’s never been good with blood. 

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: "What, you think the Order of the Phoenix wasted their precious time organising this? Any spare second we have left is mourning the people your kind has murdered. But sure, blame us for wanting some happiness amidst all the sheer terror you and your band of off-brand Death Eaters are spreaing." In all truth, Dove had thought the carnival a bad idea, and had not been in the mood. She had gone for her sisters, though, because she had to at least try to be a human being. She doesn't feel like one, though: she feels like a person assembled from fury and rage, bits of debris and fire. The leftovers of previous wars reunited. One of the stinging hexes hits her, and she winces, and then she's advancing, switching her wand to her non-wand arm. There's something poetic about hitting Death Eaters with muggle fighting, she thinks: let her dirty muddied blood move her. Her fist collapses against the mask, and it's less satisfying than hitting someone square in the nose, but she doesn't care. This Death Eater infuriates her, with their lack of fight, and she is in no way able to comprehend why they might be hesitant. She shakes her hand, relaxing her knuckles. "As if you guys need a carnival to kill. You need no reason, and it makes me sick."

THREAD 002: Pippa and Dove

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: She doesn't know if her father is okay, and it makes her want to scream. And she does. Curses and hexes leave her mouth in screams, and she is nothing but her fury. Eventually, she finds her sister, and it does nothing to still her rage: it just furthers it. "Fiorella," she says, halting a moment to look at her face. "Are you alright?" She doesn't mean in the all-encompassing sense, what she means is are you unhurt?, because no one is alright now, not emotionally at least. "Did you see what happened to dad? Stick with me." There's a raw desperation there, that shows the fear Dove feels beneath it all. "Okay?"

FIORELLA LONGBOTTOM: Fiorella has no idea what is going on, who's okay and who isn't. All she knows for certain is her father was somehow caught up in it all and all she needs is her family together. Her wand is drawn but she's still trembling slightly, only countercurses and defensive spells leaving her lips for the time being until she hears Dove's voice and stops entirely. She turns to face her sister complete, hair bouncing slightly from side to side as she shakes her head, focusing in only on what she had to say about their father. "Did you see him? Are you okay?"

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: She casts a protego charm after pulling Fiorella near a wall, hidden in the shadows for a bit. Dove has no interest in taking a break, but this deserves one. "He got - he'll be fine. He got hit by something, but he's gonna be fine, yeah?" It's not a promise she can make, but she'll carry the burden of being wrong if she has to. "I'm fine, I'm fine." She is, mostly. She feels like she's made for this, for this chaos unfurling in front of her, and it should concern her, but it doesn't just yet. "You're not hurt, are you?"

FIORELLA LONGBOTTOM: she pressed herself even closer to Dove's side, glancing out at the chaos around them before looking back towards her sister, feeling as though her heart dropped to her stomach. "What if he's not? What if they hurt him and he's not okay?" she looks up at her, taking a shaky breath. "I'm okay. Or I will be as long as everyone else is. I can't promise in that case I won't do anything stupid."

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: She can't think such things. If she starts to think about the possibility of her father being dead, she'll lose it, she's sure. "He'll be okay, Lydia took care of him, and Ginny. We can't do anything about it now, Fi," she says, stroking her sister's face for a moment. How strange, that she can still be soft despite it all. "Don't do anything stupid, okay? Leave that to your big sister."

FIORELLA LONGBOTTOM: She nodded silently, less out of assurance he would be okay, but a need for their family to come out of tonight unharmed. They all had to be okay, she couldn't handle any other alternative. "Lyd and Ginny will make sure he's fine. We're all fine, yeah?" She agreed softly, laughing despite everything coming down around them. "If I'm not allowed to do anything stupid you aren't either."

DOVE LONGBOTTOM:  She nods at that. Any other time, she would have her bitterness seep through and say no, we won't be, because that is the truth. But now, she thinks Fi can use a white lie, a bit of faith. "We will be. It'll have to end, sometime, right?" Dove looks at Fiorella, a bit incredulous and amused too, despite it all. "I've never done anything stupid in my life, ever." She nudges her, and then looks over her shoulder at her protection charm. "Stick with me, okay?"

THREAD 003: Avalon and Dove

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: It's like fate, the way the two crash into each other. "Avalon," says Dove, her voice forceful. "Hurt?" That's all she says, the chaos surrounding them too much to catch up properly. Hex after curse leaves her wand, some of them darker magic than the other, as she ends up side-to-side with her friend, her roommate. Together, they could be invincible, she thinks, and a grin almost creeps on her lips as they seem to have the upper hand. "Let's get these fuckers together, yeah? Show 'em what we're fucking made of."

AVALON BLACK: in all of the chaos avalon was grateful to end up side by side with dove. "no, you?" she replied. when the attack started avalon hadn't wasted any time to start throwing hexes back at the masked cowards. avalon felt no shame in fighting dirty, she knew the death eater's didn't. her and dove made a good team, neither one of them holding back any punches. "fuck yeah."

DOVE LONGBOTTOM:   "Unscathed." Physically, that is. She feels a boost of confidence from being with Avalon, the two of them so in tune, and she hardly needs to look at the other to know she's okay. Her wand moved in quick succession, dodging curses and sending new ones, ruthless in every sense of the word. She wants to hurt them, wants to damage them like they have damaged her and her family.

AVALON BLACK: avalon fought like she had something to prove. she wanted to make her parents, and her godfather proud. the three of them had dedicated their lives to fighting the evil that was the death eaters and avalon was ready to do the same. she felt like she could conquer the world with dove by her side. the quidditch player was smug as she continued to dodge curses. she sends them back just as quickly as they're sent at her. "on your left!" avalon yells to dove, over the noise as she spotted a wand pointed at her roommate.

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: Dove hasn't doubted herself most tonight - she, creature of confidence and fury - but with Avalon on her side she feel invincible. They are a machine, two pairs of eyes and two skilled wand arms dueling. Avalon's words register immediately and Dove turns, wand at the ready. A curse heads her way - she doesn't know what, but what does it matter? - and she deflects it, but only just. "Thanks," she yells back, her eyes focused on her new opponent, well aware that Avalon might've just saved her.

THREAD 004: Susan and Dove

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: Dove does not like to be helped, but as more masked figures than she can defend herself from corner her, she knows she need it. Fear climbs in her chest, wand lashing out to dodge curses and cast shields, but she's surrounded, being backed up to a storefront. She knows why, the way she stepped over the body of the Death Eater she killed still fresh in her memory. For a slight second, she allows her eyes to travel past the masked faces, her focus faltering. And then, she sees her - "Susan!" Her call is close to desperate, and she hears one of the masked figures chuckle, her fury building in her stomach once more. It's acidic, but she knows it's worth nothing if she is dead. A spell hits her, slicing at her leg and she curses, refocusing on those in front of her, not knowing for sure if Susan has heard her, but holding out hope as if it's all she has left.

SUSAN BONES: the screams and cries of battle play on loop in her head, even while moving through deserted parts of the neighborhood. she's trained for this before, when she was barely fifteen and now. she's seen war and felt war but not a battle, not yet. the small cuts on her face and the shaking of her entire body made the woman look victim like and did not show the amount of enemies she'd left behind, holding onto breaking skin or burnt pain. for a moment she swears her name echoes in the explosions, stopping mid breath, something familiar - it takes some seconds for the reality to set in, and when it does, she searches almost frantically for the source. holding onto the wall of the building she's hiding behind, voices get clearer, curses and pain get louder. one, two, three... off her want shoot spells in rapid succession, a couple wand repelling ones hit. "protego!" susan moves closer, eyes and wands partly focused on the new threat. with dove in the corner of her view, something scared grew in susan, something fiery. "i got you." her eyes stop on dove for just a moment, forcing a thin and beyond short lived smile on her lips before the woman turned around and with a pointed wand casted a non verbal expulso on the ground beneath two masked enemies between them, their bodies sent flying and slamming into the buildings around them. perhaps she could be ruthless after all

DOVE LONGBOTTOM: She's here she's here she's here. Dove has tasted death tonight, but not her own, and she is not planning on tasting that any time soon. She is a creature of fury, worth something only when her heart beats loudly. "Thank you," she says, her voice tense, her wand moving faster than her mind, spell after spell leaving her wand. She's glad for Susan, for her sheer talent with a wand, and she almost wants to pause to look at her. As the other casts an expulso and the bodies fly, Dove looks at her though, in awe, before returning to the job at hand. She stuns one of the Death Eaters, his body dropping ( she thinks of the masked man who had fallen, quite similarly, but in a more definitive way ), and feels relief, relief, relief spread through her and something like victory too. She's grinning, then, her fear replaced by adrenaline and glory, and perhaps that's not the wisest but Dove has never been wise to start with. "You're fucking amazing, Susan," she says inbetween spells, eyes flicking to her aunt as the two seem to gain the upper hand.