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Post by Airous Fai on Jan 22, 2013 1:34:29 GMT -7
Airous hadn't seen his father in months. He was starting to get worried. He decided on his break to go see what that man was up to. He had never expected what he saw. When he got to the old house that he had grown up in, he saw the most horrific thing. It was on fire! Every inch of wood, every window blown out as a blaze swept threw the house, taking everything with it. Photos of his mom, his baby toys, everything. Airous hoped his dad was out drinking like he usually was. Not home. All the memories of his life where burning in front if him.
Panicked, Airous apperated back to jacobys office. The shock still setting in as he ran to the man. He grab jacoby by the collar, tears staining his eyes as he panicked. "'My dad is in trouble!" He almost shouted. He felt like he couldn't breath. Airous hoped his dad was at the bar. He tried to take calming breaths and he gripped Jacoby. It had never crossed his mind that Jacoby might not be able to do anything about it. But he had to try.
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Post by Jacoby Michaels on Jan 22, 2013 21:32:20 GMT -7
He had about two more minutes until it was time for him to go home. But unlike most other people, he wasn't looking forward to it. In fact, he was trying to put it off as long as possible. Such behavior was typical of Jacoby. He was at his desk, stalling quite noticeably on paper work that didn't even have to be done until the following day. Trish would be by with the kids, but as far as he was concerned, she could wait. As he filled out names, and dates, and details he wasn't even thinking about the things that could go wrong. Jacoby rarely ever thought about such things. He knew they were inevitable. In his line of work, he'd had to face that long ago. But thinking about them and admitting they could happen were two separate things entirely.
His watch had just ticked another minute by when he heard the sudden pop indicating that someone had apparated in. He had already head up one finger, letting whomever it was know that he or she should wait. But the gesture was interrupted by Airous' hands yanking at the collar of his shirt. He was clearly panicked. The tears on his face were proof enough of that. And the words he practically shouted at the Auror were further proof. My dad is in trouble. Panic set in in Jacoby's own stomach. "What?" he managed to spit out, "Where?" was the first thing he asked. And then, "Airous, what's going on?" though he wasn't sure Airous was in any condition to answer much of anything.
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Post by Airous Fai on Jan 23, 2013 0:27:14 GMT -7
Airous tried to suck in air. Tried to calm down so when he spoke it didn't come out in a pile of word vomit, or just vomit. "My dad..." He managed as he gasped. It felt like he was a fish out of water, gasping for the last drops of water that he could find. "The house...."
Airous never let to of jacoby. "I went to check on him. " he mustered out "but all i found was the house.....on fire." He finally spat out. Airous worried now that his babbling had wasted time and started to panic more. "We need to help him. We need to go now." He said dragging the man away from his desk.
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Post by Jacoby Michaels on Jan 23, 2013 1:49:30 GMT -7
The panic Airous was displaying was steadily rubbing off on Jacoby. For Airous to be this panicked, something serious had to have happened. Concern filled him and as Airous held on to the collar of his shirt, he felt something that he hadn't felt in a while - other than the occasional scare, that was nowhere close to this - terror. "What?" he said, nearly choking on the word, "Your dad what?"
Then he said the words. House and fire, and that was essentially all Jacoby heard of the sentence. His eyes widened and he felt his body tense. When was the last time he'd seen Peter? Recently, wasn't it? He tried to tell himself that he wasn't home when it started. That he was fine. But even he knew that he was probably kidding himself. "Let's go," he said. Airous dragged him away from his desk, and he allowed him to. He wasn't sure he could stand on his own, anyway. He held on tight to Airous before apparating away, afraid of what he'd see.
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Post by Airous Fai on Jan 24, 2013 23:49:47 GMT -7
When they appeared in the sidewalk where Airous had grown up the blaze was now a raging bonfire or red and orange. It glowed against the night sky. The house was nearly standing, Airous choked on a sob as all he had left of his mothers life and his brothers now was now burnt away, turned into ashes.
Airous wouldn't let himself believe his father was inside. His dad was always at the bar, drinking his life away. Though Airous still couldn't move from where he stood, hand still on Jacoby. Airous knew that his father had probably turned the stove on to make some food. He probably was drinking and had passed out. Hadn't he done that several times when Airous still lived there? Nearly burning himself and Airous in the process?
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Post by Jacoby Michaels on Feb 3, 2013 0:41:15 GMT -7
When they got there, it was clear to Jacoby that Airous had not been exaggerating. The house was in flames, quickly being consumed by the fire. And the smoke. He could already smell the smoke. He knew that if either of them attempted to go in there, their lungs would be full of it. He could feel his heart picking up pace as he stood there, slightly confused. Airous still hadn't let go of him. And Jacoby was ashamed to admit, that he knew what to do just about as well as Airous did.
"Maybe he's not in there," he said quietly and weakly, more to himself than to the other. But he felt, in his heart, that he probably was. Which is what made him spit out the next words, "We have to save him," His voice didn't sound right to him. It sounded pathetic. Almost scared, even. Almost like it wasn't even him speaking. He tried in vain to put the fire out with magic. Nothing worked. He knew there was a spell that one could use. But he was too panicked to recall it. "We need someone else. Is the house protected by magic? Can Muggles find it?" Even if it was a magical fire, Jacoby knew a memory charm would come in handy. Risky, but he didn't know what else to do.
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Post by Airous Fai on Feb 24, 2013 20:02:23 GMT -7
When they arrived the scene had become worse to Airous's eyes. He had only been at Jacoby's office for maybe three minutes but the smoke was heavier in the air. Airous felt like someone had punched him in the gut a few hundreds of times. Everything was burning. All his childhood memories. The things he had hidden for Willow, up in flames.
Airous watched helplessly as Jacoby tried spells that seemed to almost bounce off the flames. "It wouldn't be a magical fire, no. My father is to stupid sometimes to use magic." At Jacobys next question Airous didn't know the answer too. "I'm not sure. Maybe once upon a time it was, when my mom was alive. Why? Who should we bring to help and why are they muggles. Muggles can't help us."
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Post by Jacoby Michaels on Mar 5, 2013 21:37:23 GMT -7
Airous' answer gave him a brief feeling of relief, but it didn't last long. Even if it wasn't a magical fire, if Peter was in there... Jacoby swallowed back the thought, not wanting to admit it just yet. Probably not ever, if he could help it. "Not being sure isn't helping," He said perhaps a little too harshly, but by his tone of voice it would have been easy to tell that he didn't mean it to come out that way.
"Because if it isn't magically protected, Muggles can help us," he said quickly, "Didn't you take Muggle studies when Jon taught it? Didn't you learn anything there?" He was speaking so fast it was hard to make out what he was saying. He wasn't even sure Airous could understand him. "Unless you know someone else who may be able to help?"
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