it begins

[wolfymcwolf]

It is either very late at night or very early in the morning depending on your perspective, and anyone with the smallest amount of sense is asleep.

A man with a distant look in his eye walks calmly down the streets of muggle London and stops before a residential building. Stepping into the alleyway beside it, he pulls out his wand, charms away the nearest window, and casts an incantation.

A pillar of flame shoots out from his wand with a deafening roar and into the building, the fire taking on the shapes of beasts, shifting every few moments. Then, there are screams. There are cracks of Apparition, right in the middle of a muggle street, parents carrying children in their arms, wizards and witches clutching their muggle partners tight to themselves. Some, unable to Apparate, jump out of windows, and a few people on the ground step up quickly to magically control their descent. Beasts of flame leap from the windows, soaring up every floor of the building. There's no time for worrying about being seen, not with no warning, and the fire too out of control for any one person to handle. Most everyone is in their bedclothes, many without any sort of foot covering out in what would be a freezing December night, were it not for the intense heat put off by the flames.

In the chaos, the man escapes.

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[likedietrich]

[ The bluebird's vantage point had a few advantages, and Marlene had seen a lot from up there - including all the people who'd escaped or been saved huddled together in a mass, and a pair of figures apart from all that moving into an alley. One had been entirely in shadow, the other in a hooded robe, and really it would have been innocuous except for the pale green glow of light that had flashed moments later.

There were a few spells that did that - none good. ]

I didn't see anything that any auror isn't going to dismiss as nothing. Just a couple of people I couldn't identify, and flash of light from a spell casting.

[ Circumstantial, the Muggles would call it. She gives Remus a sidelong look. The aurors are concentrating on Fiendfyre, as they should. The obliviators are beginning to arrive to gently separate the muggles from the wizards. When the immediate crisis is under control, that's when they'll look for someone to blame - and a pair of half-bloods out after curfew are going to be on that list.

Remus has enough trouble in his life. ]

Remus, go tell those idiots before they hear from someone else and rush in like it's a damn Quidditch match that they're going to win out of sheer idiotic bravery.