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*Tim strolls in from outside, a rolls of wire in his hands. He was doing something outside, lord knows what. *

Bar, i need a cup of tea, strong please.

*He turns to watch the room, then turns back for his cup of tea. Which isn't there. Tims brow furrows, reaching out mentally, checking... oh. Right. So he waits. And is unsurprised when a letter appears with the tea. He reads it, a smile growing across grim features. With a jaunty whistle, Tim strides over to the message board and posts a note.
"ATTENTION
Rescue mission is a go. Now taking volunteers, security and high powers preferred.
Come see me.
-Tim"
And then he finds his seat and waits.*

((Self Summary:Tim goes Recruiting. Faith will NOT be left out. Naraht is however. Alanna has other duties. Hagrid can't be stopped. Ray isn't invited. Angie is staying behind for wave two. Angelo is refused. Raven is in. Ace is out, with much poutyness. Bernard has much (misplaced) trust in Tim. Roland doesn't like Tim, but he's in. Andres is angsty but not coming. Luke is wave two. Cuthbert is wave one. Cole is out, and Sariel wants to help. Finally, Tom stops in to give advice. Final first wave list: Hagrid, Raph, Tim, Faith, Raven, Roland, Cuthbert))

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*Bernard strides out of the Staff Wing, a letter in his hand.

He slams it down in front of Tim, his eyes fierce.*

They're alive.

Dilapidated castle in Dover. We have to move fast.

*Tim eyes the letter, then pulls out a familiar deck. He shuffles it briefly, then flips the top card. The two of wands.*

Tommorrow night. Most auspicious.

*Then he touches his badge.*

Raph? If you haven't found it yet, there a dilapadated castle in Dover.

*Despite everything, Bernard raises an eyebrow, eyes glittering.*

Groovy.

Tell him he's an incredible asshole, and he'll drink free forever if he can pull this shit off.

You too, actually.

*tim waves it off.*

No way man. This is our job. Protecting patrons. It's the volunteers you should give free drinks to.

In the bar, yeah. Not outside, Tim.

This is special, and I'm grateful.

*Tim shakes his head at the praise. He doesn't deserve it. He's done bad.*

We'll get her back. It's what we do.

*Bernard nods, and takes a deep breath.*

I don't know if I told you.

Nymphadora's about three months pregnant.

*Tim slumps. He can see it in his head now. Even if she doesn't die... The child. Oh god. He doesn't want the story to go this way.*

oh.

*Bernard's voice is thick and fierce.*

Don't you look like that.

*Tim striaghtens up, letting his face pull back into grim determination.*

Right. This is nothing. Rescue party against a bunch of object bound wizards? We're overpowered.

Right.

*He takes another deep breath.*

How soon can you set out? I'll let the Order know.

*Tim glances at the clock.*

Just about 21 hours now

*He stands, then reaches a hand out to shake, looking Tim in the eye.*

You won't fail.

*Tim will not cry, he will not cry, goddamnit he's not going to cry. He doesn't. He just shakes Bernards hand, staring firmly back.*

We won't.

*Bernard just nods, and walks off to write a letter (http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_woodpecker/31417.html).*

*There's a crackling in the connection from one badge to the other. Or maybe that's just Raph fiddling with a map. Yeah, safe money's on that.*

Dover? Uh...right. Okay. Gotcha. Moving that way now.
Um...Tim?

I've got Ophelia here with me.
...
Don't tell Bernard.

*Tim stares wide eyed at the bartenders retreating back as Raphs voice sounds in his ear. Thank god these things don't have speakers. He touches his star.*

Say again Raph? I'm not sure I caught that. We're going to be going in in about 19 hours. We'll be showing up on the inside. Time your entry to coincide.

"Dover?"

Ophelia's voice is faint in the background.

"I know where that is, I think, or at least where it was. We're going to have to leave soon to get there in nineteen hours."

*Tim groans and lets his head hit the desk. Accidentally, his hand lands on the sherriffs star.*

Fuck the free alcohol for the rest of our lives, Bernard is going to kill us and rape our bodies. Especially when he finds out about the guns.

Ophelia, shut it! Tim what was that? What about the guns? Who's bringin' guns.

i hate guns

*Tim freezes. Oh...shit.*

Raph, there a good chance the Death eaters might use guns as well as magic. be careful.

They can't shoot what they can't see. I ain't too worried.

*OH Raph, you're not bullet proof anymore, when will you remember that.*

"They can't shoot me," Ophelia says cheerfully in the background. "I'm all whatsit."

*Tim touches his badge again.*

Y'know, you could always just come back here, then go in with the rest of us.

What? And double back?

*Geez Tim, think about what you say before you actually say it.*

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