September 6th, 1895 — Streets of Swallowbury, Irvingly

"Pack if you must, but on your own head, be it!" Kit called over his shoulder as he moved to the next door.

Emergency. Irvingly. Disappeared. Evacuate.

These were the broad strokes that Christopher Moony had been given has he had been dispatched, having already been in the Auror Office to catch up on some delinquent paperwork. The wizard had apparated into the streets of Swallowbury—the apparition ban from the streets had been duly lifted by the Department of Magical Transportation, and under such circumstances, the sensibilities of muggles were the last thing on his mind (as a muggleborn, Kit rather thought himself qualified to serve as the final word on that).

Three heavy knocks fell upon the next door.

"Aurors! Open up! Evacuation!"

The tension of the situation was building up within him, a powerful but frantic energy that could not be stemmed entirely, but that years of professional experience had taught the wizard to wield instead. Was it wrong to hope someone would refuse to go, require a bit of a kick in the arse to get out the door?

"Excuse me, Sir?"

The plaintive words reached him, and the auror whirled to face the speaker with what could have been read as hostility.

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It was supposed to be just a normal Saturday. Lock and Calvin had headed off with her mum to the little festival in town while she and her father had stayed behind to put something together for Margie at school. Simon Grimstone was not a man of many words, but he did look a little lost without his little shadow close behind him. Margie's love of her grandfather had softened him in recent years and the two were as thick as thieves. He'd brought over a little something to send her at school and then had agreed to put up a couple of shelves for Rue while she finished up. Then they would head to the post office and join everyone else for the rest of the festival.

Or that had been the plan.

It was hard to mistake the sounds of a commotion outside. Loud, booming voices and heavy knocks on doors. At first Rue had ignored it, thinking some of the neighborhood kids were playing tricks now that students had returned to Hogwarts and they were then in need of something to do, but the longer it went on, the more uneasy Rue became.

So much so that she rushed the rest of the package and left it on the table to investigate whatever it was that was going on outside. People in ministry robes were rushing around knocking on doors and Rue felt the little hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She swallowed hard, feeling panic rise up in her chest. They had yet to reach her house, but she wasn't about to wait to find out. "Excuse me, Sir!" She tried to get the attention of the closest official, hearing the panic in her own tone, she took a deep breath before continuing. "Can you tell me what's going on?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father standing in the doorway of the house now, watching carefully, brows furrowed.

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François had apparated in to the streets of this small village along with several other ministry employees. His fiancee, bless her, had grown rather attached to Britain and had made some suggestion that he take an opening in the British Ministry. He had considered it for some time and after his years in the French MLO he felt a change night do him well. Only for a year mind, for now, a sabbatical from France to see which of the couples future desires won through the realities of the change.

But now he questioned the fate of their timings. He had been sworn in to his post less than 24 hours when the instructions came in to head here. At least he had his french experience and fully capable in an emergency. He finished from helping a pair of muggles onto a horse bound for the emergency rendezvous point when the banging of an Auror on a door gave him a little start. Any other time he would question the man's vigorous knocking, but this was not another time.

A woman approached his colleague who turned and François noted a glint of a man looking for a fight. Noted, but not commented on, time and a place.

"Madame, official Ministry business, you are being asked to evacuate to 'awthorne 'ollow. Does the Gentleman require aid in gathering 'is things?" he looked at the older man who had a confused look of someone not familiar with all of this, he had money on him being a muggle.

"Monsieur, I am Mister Dupont of 'er Majesties government, you shall be coming to a safe carriage with me, carry only what you absolutely need, oui."

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Christopher Moony Ruth Lockhart