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Emilia Wright for Jude Wright. Casually alienating offspring since 18882.
Separating was also not a great idea, though they weren't doing great at staying together anyway. If she were to volunteer to be the human sacrifice.. well... Hogsmeade had plenty of debutantes anyway...

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Here Comes The Horde
30th June, 1888 - Streets of North Bartonburg

A faint buzzing sound began at dawn, and is only getting louder now as the streets of Bartonburg come alive. The fog still makes it hard to see, but you might have made out something coming from the direction of Padmore Park: a different kind of cloud. When it gets near enough, the dense, droning mass shifts, releasing hundreds upon thousands of large brown locusts into the streets. The locusts in this swarm will feast on any food or vegetation (they're making light work of the park!), fly through any open door or window, and squeeze into any nook or cranny they find.  

They're already everywhere. Better keep your mouth closed...

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She should have stayed inside. Her mother had said it was dangerous, had trusted her to behave without constant supervision and, like an utter Barney she had not listened to reason and snuck out the back door, determined she would be cooped up no longer and a small stroll through familiar streets would do no real harm.

With the benefit of hindsight Tamsin now accepted that reading in the sitting room had probably been a good idea after all, and while a little dull, would almost certainly not have resulted in her banging on the door of a stranger, desperately trying to be granted entrance before whatever that was reached her!

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Work at the hospital was never-ending, and while Ari had never minded that before, the peril of having to do it all without magic was doubly exhausting, and so, after he’d fed the cats and his housekeeper had gone off to brave the market in the fog, he had quietly planned to go back to bed.

Perhaps he’d be better off sleeping all weekend, he considered, hearing the dull sound of buzzing in his ears and presuming that was merely another mark of fatigue. That said, he’d only made it halfway up the stairs in the hall when another, louder sound took over.

Someone was pounding on his front door. Startled, Ari froze on the stairs for a moment, wondering whether he could be dreaming that - but then a cry for help came, and he dashed back down the stairs and dragged the door open wide.

If anything, the buzzing in his ears had now intensified, but Ari shook his head, trying to be rid of it, and stared at the young lady standing there. “What’s - the matter?” He said, bewildered but ready to help, if he could. He craned his neck to try and look past her, in case someone was injured in the street.

Barely wasting time to glance at her saviour Tamsin pushed past the man and kicked it shut behind her, just in time to avoid the trickle of rattling noises that very quickly became a rapid deluge of sound against the door. Being indoors should be enough to save her – save them both – but Tamsin’s eyes were wide as she stared at the one thing between them and almost certain…well, what did flying pests like that do anyway?

Turning towards the man for the first time, quite prepared to plead for sanctuary if need be, she was pleasantly surprised to find a handsome face looking back at her. Albeit looking at her with confusion, but still, it was better than being stuck with somebody ugly!

“Thank you so much for rescuing me…” she said breathily, patting her hair back into place with a fluttering of her eyelashes. “I feel quite faint.”
Ari scarcely saw anything of the situation on the street before the young woman darted inside, although just before she slammed the front door shut he could have sworn he caught sight of a misshapen brown cloud. Whatever it was made of - insects of some kind, the likes of which he'd never seen - they seemed worryingly intent in their flight, if their sound was anything to go by.

Frantically hoping that they weren't the sort of thing that would be able to gnaw their way through a solid wooden door, Ari chanced returning his gaze to the woman for a second, wishing he had the slightest idea what was going on. As it was, he could only awkwardly shrug off her thanks: he hadn't done anything but open the door, so her escape was entirely down to her own reflexes - he'd not call it much of a rescue.

"Oh - of course," he exclaimed in sudden concern, his attentions still torn between her and the sound of the buzzing through the door. He'd have said she seemed well enough - must have evaded the worst of the insect storm - but it must be a shock to anyone. "Here, you'd better sit down," Ari said hastily, ducking towards the door to the sitting room and holding it open for her, ushering her in with an encouraging smile. "They didn't get to you, did they?"

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