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 The Stars are Brightly Shining, Néall [Early December, 1927]
Savannah O'Heaghra
 Posted on: Jan 13 2018, 02:56 AM
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CHRISTMAAAAS It was all well and fine that Néall liked Thanksgiving the best. He was just wrong, that was the thing. In her youth, Christmases were the only really fun times of year, especially before being taken into the French Ministry's custody. So when they decided to spend an afternoon and evening looking around at the newly-lit Christmas lights and decorations spread around Jersey. So they bundled up as winter really started kicking into gear, and took to the streets together. They'd meandered through a Christmas market until the sun started setting, grabbed dinner and once they finished, she shrugged her jacket back on, draped her scarf once more, and led the way out of the restaurant.
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Néall O'Heaghra
 Posted on: Jan 13 2018, 03:19 AM
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Néall - 120 posts - 24 - 6'2" - Pureblood
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A season of beginnings user posted image Néall had been completely blissful the past couple of days. He married the most beautiful woman and went on their honeymoon. They were on their last night out before going back to Manhattan to tell their family and friends the great news, unless Cait was unable to keep quiet of course. He had a bet with himself that everyone, or at least Cormac, already knew about his and Savannah's big announcement which would only manage to make things much easier.

The night was ending with a romantic walk through a no-maj park lit up with miscellaneous Christmas lights, and Néall was excited. After helping his wife with her jacket and heading outside, he quickly realized that he had forgotten his gloves at the table. "I'll be just a moment" he told her before walking in once more to retrieve them.

"My, aren't you- hiccup a pretty hiccup one." a drunkard slurred as he walked over to Savannah, his hand touching her hair so that he could smell it. He was older, mid fifties, and looked as if he had never heard the word "bath" before.


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Savannah O'Heaghra
 Posted on: Jan 16 2018, 01:50 AM
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CHRISTMAAAAS Savannah had always been a kind person, but it wasn't easy when she felt her space being invaded inappropriately by someone she had no desire to know. So when the stranger touched her hair, she squinted and scrunched up her nose in distaste, leaning away. Her eyes darted to the restaurant, where Néall had gone back for his gloves. She hadn't minded waiting outside; winter was lovely. But she definitely minded this. Maybe if she stayed calm long enough, Néall would come outside and they could just leave. Of course, she didn't expect the disgusting creep would have friends with him.

Her arms pulled in closer to her body as she spun around, unable to decide where she needed to look. But she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut, rather than sassing them. That would undoubtedly have made things even worse.

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Néall O'Heaghra
 Posted on: Jan 16 2018, 02:24 AM
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A season of beginnings user posted image Of course his gloves were just inside the bench that Néall and Savannah were sitting on, which only meant that they were a quick grab. He was just putting them on when he looked outside and saw a group of guys hanging around Savannah, which only managed to anger him.

"It would be wise for you to walk away" Néall told the men in a deadly serious voice. He looked every single one of them in the eye and held his head up, letting them know that a fight would not be in their best interest... though what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

Most of the men backed off, but the first drunkard who made his way up to Savannah pulled her close to him, smelling her hair in a disgusting manner. Néall just couldn't stop himself anymore, he pulled the drunk away from his wife and punched him directly in the face. He put a hand back behind him to grab onto Savannah's hand as he eyed the friends, making sure to protect her if need be. Unfortunately, he didn't expect the drunk man to pull out a pistol and shoot him in the stomach just moments later.

While the drunk man and his friends scattered in many directions, Néall took a step back and looked down. He seemed to be in shock for a few moments before it suddenly felt like his body was giving out and he fell to the ground. Of all the times he had been in the hospital and nearly died, none of those moments came close to the pain that he was feeling just then.


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Savannah O'Heaghra
 Posted on: Jan 18 2018, 03:05 AM
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NONONONONONONO Savannah tried to raise her chin, thinking that if they both looked confident in his ability to force them away from her, the other men might just give up. But then she flinched visibly, and her mouth fell open at Néall's decision. It was pretty damn impressive considering his state and all, but it clearly didn't matter. Savannah shrieked, completely on instinct rather than on purpose. As the men ran, every single thing she knew about healing magic flew out of her head, and it was all she could do to drop to the ground, her fingers hovering above the hole where the bullet entered his torso. "I-- Néall, just-- hold on," she stammered, already feeling how much she would hate herself if she didn't get a fucking grip.
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 Posted on: Jan 18 2018, 03:54 AM
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... This doesn't mean you're off the hook. user posted image

Wow. Talk about timing. NÉALL. There it was, plain as day on the watch face. Cormac reached instinctively under the front desk for for the medical kit as he waited for the watch to calibrate to Néall's location. He made it clear to Alex and Cait that they were welcome to come along if and only if Alex swore to depart immediately with Cait if they arrived in an actively threatening situation. And then they were off.

Cormac didn't recognize the location, but that was obviously Néall on the ground with Savannah above him and blood pooling out around where he lay. What with all the noise and drunken bystanders, Cormac wasn't certain how obvious their arrival had been, so he ordered Cait to contact Rio before shoving his way past some strangers to get to his nephew with the medical kit.

"Savannah," he barked, shoving the kit into her field of vision.


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Cormac O'Brien
Mild-mannered broommaker with his own shop
Terrifying mob boss who runs the underworld
5'11" and slim
On well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
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Néall O'Heaghra
 Posted on: Jan 18 2018, 04:15 AM
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A season of beginnings user posted image At first it was just his stomach that hurt, but within seconds Néall's chest began to tighten.His eyes widened as he grabbed onto her hand, finding the ability to breath significantly more difficult. The shock on his face moved aside as the look of terror took its place. He didn't want to die, not like that and definitely not then. After reaching a shaky hand up to cup Savannah's cheek, he noticed Cormac near his side. If he was there, then maybe he could make it out of it alive.

No matter what was running through Néall's head, his body was telling a whole other story. There was blood pooling beneath his body and the inability to breath properly was causing him to begin fading.


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Alexis Osbourne
 Posted on: Jan 18 2018, 04:21 AM
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Oh, please don't Imogen super didn't understand that watch thing, but it was kind of incredible, so she didn't ask questions. Besides, it was apparently not the time for such things. As much as she appreciated dramatic irony when she took the time out to read or watch a production, this was almost too much for her. When they arrived, Cait cried out in distress and Imogen felt herself lift a hand to her mouth in shock. So, okay, not a threat at the moment. Not to Cait. Cormac was off, leaving instructions for the brunette. But Cait was horrified and only half listening, so Imogen took her hands, turning the girl around. Once her back was to her cousin, Cait seemed better able to gather herself, so she looked up at Imogen questioningly.

"They'll see," she said quietly.

Imogen just shook her head. "I'm not sure that'll matter once they get here." Merlin, people were definitely scared and confused, and the last thing they needed was for people to start running off at the sight of magic. Lifting a hand from Cait's she curled her fingers in towards her palm, one at a time, and felt a ward go up around the area, essentially holding the Muggles -- er, No-Majs -- in.

Over at Néall's side, Savannah was berating herself silently as she tried to stop shaking. He was the one in danger. If she stopped this, she might be able to save him. Then the fear of his loss wouldn't matter! Merlin's sake. Why was this so hard?

Cormac's voice made her jump even as a hand came up to cover Néall's in return. "Gun," she told Cormac almost uselessly. But then she saw the kit. Right, okay. She had no idea how he'd found them or why, but it didn't matter. They could fix this. Completely oblivious to the people watching them, she drew her wand and began siphoning away some of the blood before reaching down to start pushing away his jacket and shirt. "It's gonna be cold, Néall. But if you can feel it, that means you're still with us. Don't you dare leave me," she warned, her tone a surprisingly dark threat compared to how she spoke normally.


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"To this day, she goes out of her way every month or so to run into one of them and make them think about it again. (Okay, so maybe the hat wanted to put her in Slytherin and she said no.)"

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 Posted on: Jan 31 2018, 11:17 PM
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... This doesn't mean you're off the hook. user posted image

Cormac pretty much knew what he was doing when it came to field medicine in acts of random violence, but Savannah was actually a trained Healer. She knew he was there, so he figured she would just tell him what to do if he could be useful. In the meantime, he found himself grabbing Néall's hand and holding onto it in an attempt to provide some sort of comfort. It was frightening, the way his pulse fluttered unhealthily in his wrist. "His pulse," Cormac muttered to Savannah.

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Cormac O'Brien
Mild-mannered broommaker with his own shop
Terrifying mob boss who runs the underworld
5'11" and slim
On well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
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Néall O'Heaghra
 Posted on: Feb 1 2018, 12:33 AM
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A season of beginnings user posted image When Savannah moved, Néall let his hand drop. His body suddenly felt as if it was a million pounds and he just didn’t have the strength to hold himself up anymore. He watched Savannah but didn’t have a clue what she was talking about with it being cold. He felt pain and an inability to breath, but cold was just not a part of that. Actually, it didn’t hurt as bad anymore.

Death had always been a constant threat in Néall’s life, so much so that he lived every day as if it was his last, mostly because it could have been. As much as he didn’t want to actually die, especially in front of the woman he loved, he couldn’t help feeling that strange, overwhelming sense of calm as everything went black. With one last released breath and one last faint beat of his heart, the curse finally fulfilled its purpose.


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Savannah O'Heaghra
 Posted on: Feb 1 2018, 01:58 AM
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NONONONONONONO What was Cormac saying? Savannah's eyes flicked to where his fingers curled around Néall's wrist. But then her husband sagged, his body giving in. For a second, she just stared. Until she reached forward, the movement taking years before her fingers reached his neck. Waited. Nothing. Well, nothing apart from the cries of denial and fury that were ripped from her throat.

Cait was there in moments, her hands fluttering as she clearly thought about holding onto Savannah in some attempt at comfort. But she was crying, her eyes huge and guilty and already haunted. She looked over at her Uncle, knowing very suddenly that he could not fix everything. No one could.

"Néall!" Savannah gasped out, shoving against the person that came up on her left and tried to pry her fingers away from his skin.

"Savannah, let go. Don't touch him." Alex looked conflicted about something, but for an instant Savannah hated her. How dare she? "I-I think I can help. I don't know if it'll work, but.. It might hurt you. Let go." After a moment or two, Savannah realized that the longer they took, whatever Alex wanted to try would have absolutely no chance of working. So she retracted her hands, half-noticing the way Cait's closed around them in silent, desperate apology. Alex lifted her eyes to Cormac, making sure he had taken his hands off as well.

First off, they needed the bullet out. Now. It would be worse if her plan worked and then they still had to take care of it. This was definitely not the best way to do it, but they hadn't exactly figured out a better plan yet, so fuck it. Her left hand hovered over the ragged hole torn into his chest, and she called the bullet to her, fingers closing immediately over the metal before practically slapping her right hand down over his heart. No time. No chance to check if she had made things worse. Would it matter if she had, anyway? What was worse than death? Her palm flattened across his skin. But suddenly it wasn't Néall. It was Alice. She was her father this time, and Savannah was her. Cormac, her mother. Imogen slammed her eyes shut, halting her own tears and working to convince herself this would work.

Alice jolted. No, Néall. But he wasn't moving on his own. Panic and anger set in, so she sat forward further, shocking him again. One eye opened, peeking down at him. Was he..? She took up his wrist, her breath leaving her all at once as she held it up for Savannah to take. "There." And as Savannah sobbed, immediately diving for the medical kit to close him up - stopping, of course, to drop kisses to his forehead and cheek - Imogen stood, backing out of the way.

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