Jaune || Newt Scammander

alistair

alistair

           Jaune felt that waiting for the boy to come back was foolish. Glancing up from the wavering headlines of Grindelwald from the Daily Prophet, she couldn't help the mindless stirring of her tea. Her finger twirling over the sweet brewed camomile in monotonous circles before she stared absentmindedly over the stacks of books that collected dust. The contented humming from beside her created a soft music throughout silent shop, which for once was having a slow day.

A day seemingly too busy for muggles to just pop in for a book or some tea and cake. Jaune's silence was disturbed by the ringing of the bell and fast footsteps — only as every footstep ran closer towards her the ground beneath her began to shake.

"Down Jaune, down!" Alistair shouted throwing the brown bags to the floor before large rubble fell through the side of the shop. Crashing through windows and pulling down some of the walls. His large body fell on top of hers, pushing her to the ground behind the counter as even more rubble fell through the wall. Destroying books and antiques. The wind blew like a hurricane, her hair blinding her eyes — the one time she decided to wear her hair down.

June gasps for air trying to push her brother's body off of her, his voice shouting in her ear but all she could hear was the wind — an eldritch scream that echoed. A watery veil envelops them as Alistair shoves his arm into the air, his wand held tightly in his hand as he yelled the incarnation. Jaune takes her last look up as the building fell on top of her. The shield around her cracking under the weight as Alistair pulls her to his chest while her vision was stolen into darkness. The building crushing them beneath its weight.

The shouts of help and the rustling of rocks moving underfoot broke her from her sleep. The limp arm of her brother no longer wrapped around her tightly. The world felt slowed beneath the mass of rocks. Slowly light filtered through the dust. She could only inhale the dust but it was still too dark. She could hear the people move around. The rocks crashing into one another. People shouting for everyone to get back. The best she could without notice, she took in a breath; "Lumos."

The bloodstained face of her brother branded against her eyes, the spell uttered by Alistair had created an alcove. At the sound of approaching steps, she muttered "Nox, " as she tried to pull her brother towards her. It took moments for the civilians to remove the rocks around them, moving quickly but for her, it felt close to an hour. Her delicate finger stroking the side of his head, hoping with her every might that it would wake him up. The blood coating her fingers.

Light flooded her eyes — "Hey! Over 'ere!"

Arms reached down to lift her out of the hole they'd made by removing the rock. Her eyes adjusted to the light, her arms wrapping delicately around herself as Alistair was pulled out after her. A nearby woman dressed in a rob with hair curlers took Jaune from the man's hands. Three men carrying an unconscious Alistair down from the rubble.

"Ms Ambrosia!" A voice called marching through the crowd, her eyes falling onto the approaching Auror. His dark eyes filled with worry as his hands wrapped around her upper arms, holding her up on shaking less. She noticed how dapper he looked before she followed his anxious eyes to Alistair, his pulse being checked — "He's...He's alive."

Jaune collapsed in his arms, falling to her knees gently as he squatted gently beside her. Her whole body shook now, the realisation of what had happened. Her eyes wandering over her shop — her home. Her brother lying unconscious nearby and only moments before she had been stirring tea wondering about life back in the UK. With the help of Mr Graves, Jaune places delicate hands on her brother's cheek. The red blood sticking to her palm.

"Your hurt," Mr Graves whispered into the dusty air, his knuckles grazing the side of her head following the bloody streak down to her lip which bled down her chin. The raspy gasp of Alistair broke Jaune's gaze from Mr Graves. She knew his allure to her was none more than useful. Her shaking fingers holding onto her brother's shirt as his eyes flutter. The two locked eyes and for a moment Jaune forgot she was in the street filled with muggles before her eyes shot to Mr Graves again.

"What..." she began, her shimmering eyes flicking through a range of unnatural colours normal eyes should never have shown, wandering across the destroyed building — buildings.

"Mr Graves—" she began but he was quick to cut her off, his eyes staring from her dilapidated shop to the destroyed building across the street, "You're going to be ok. I'll get you sorted with MACUSA."

Mr Graves stood before she could say anything else, her curious eyes watching as he ventured towards the other building. Police and an Ambulance had arrived with piercing sirens. Immediately blocking her and her brother from the curious eyes of reporters flocking to the area in search of any news. Jaune didn't speak as a paramedic assisted her brother, another trying to gage her attention to assist her.

Jaune did whatever the paramedic said to do, but besides the scrapes and dazed look, she was only advised she could have a concussion. The paramedic tried to assist her with her cuts but she didn't move, only her gaze fixed on the two men, "Hey—did you get anything?"

"Dark wind, blah blah." The man replied in a hushed voice, the man nodded absentmindedly, "It's some atmospheric hooey. Or electrical."

Jaune's attention is snapped from them as the paramedic wraps an arm around her to help her up. Her brother had already been placed on a stretcher, two men carrying him towards the ambulance. The paramedic stops trying to push her forward away from the rubble of her shop as the wind picks up suddenly. Swirling around them as the same high-pitched screech echoes over the street.

Everyone stops as series bangs rumble over the street. Jaune watches from in front of the building as the wall cracks and the rubble of the floor begins to shake before it explodes. The paramedic and Jaune push themselves out of harm's way as the rubble rips out of the building and down the middle of the street causing people and cars go flying. Jaune can feel the earth rattle beneath her palms as a mingled roaring and howl emanates from the bowels of the earth.

The witch looks over at the shocked paramedic, grabbing their hand gracefully to shake them from their state of shock, "Obliviate."

Her voice as soft as a whisper, the fear and shock on their face turns into a daze. Almost a blank film moving over their eyes. Jaune glances around them as her moves her sore body to crouch in front of them, pulling them up gently by the hand, "How horrible, the city needs to fix their gas and electric lines. Look at all the destruction it's caused. It's a good thing no one was injured..."

The paramedic nods slowly, dazed at they take it all in. Gently, Jaune leans them against a nearby car before making her way towards Mr Graves. His interested and curious gaze falls to her and all the emotions inside of his eyes change. There is still blood running down her face. Before he can raise a hand up to her face, her own gentle grasp snatches his and takes him precariously over the rubble towards her brother, "Handle them."

Mr Graves gives her a stare of confusion before making his way towards the two men and the paramedic. Her small palms wrap around Alistair's head as he finally becomes conscious. His eyes glazed over, shifting between his emotions as he stares up at his sisters bleeding face. Weakly his hands reach up but she is quick to wrap arms around her brothers pulling him up with the help of Mr Graves. An arm was tossed over each shoulder.

"Take us to MACUSA, Mr Graves."

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