Potterwatch: Password: Creevey

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"Welcome back, listeners, it's River here, and I've got breaking news on what the Prophet ought to be calling the St. Mungo's Massacre. I regret to inform you that Oliver Wood, former captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team, has been confirmed as dead as has surprise recruit Draco Malfoy. Both of them died in defense of the patients. All other potential deaths remain unconfirmed, but I . . . " Beat. "I'm not hopeful. Let's have a moment of silence, shall we?"
"River" got himself under control. "In better news, there are three confirmed survivors. Let's hear it for Ribs, Ringing, and Rodent the Elder!"
"My name's Charlie Weasley," a tired voice said. "If I had my way, I'd introduce He-Who-Ought-to-be-Hexed-to-Oblivion to a few of my friends from Romania, and I'm not ashamed of that."
"Would these friends of yours be of the fire breathing variety?"
"However did you guess?"
"Something about the murderous expression tipped me off. Is there anything you'd like to tell the public?"
"If any of my family's still out there - " His voice was shaking. "Be careful. Please. Despite what you may think, Fred and George, you're not invincible."
"I think we should all keep that in mind. If they can get Oliver, they can get anybody."
"Well, maybe not anybody, Ringing. They've yet to beat our favorite DA instructor, after all. Ribs, your thoughts?"
The Caterwauling Charm went off.
"You have got to be kidding me!" River shouted. "Right, folks, password is - Protego! Go, peop- "
Muffled curses and pops came in over the radio.
"After them!" someone commanded.
Then the last voice anyone wanted to hear came over the wireless.
"Good evening," a cold voice said. "I am pleased to add Miss Susan Bones and Mr. Lee Jordan to tonight's death tally. Please tune in next week when we shall announce the death of Mr. Potter. Password: Pureblood."

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