Family First (OPEN)

[IMANI DENTION]

"Get down!" Imani shouted loudly as she pointed her wand directly at one of the attackers. A family of redheads ducked down giving her room to fire her spell. "Stupefy!" A hit. "Stupefy!" A hit. "Stupefy!" A miss. The assailant ducked behind one of the beams decorated with posters of ads. Imani pushed through the crowd, eyes narrowed (there was no playing around here) and without hesitation aimed her wand. "Reducto!" The beam shattered sending wooden shards flying, the attacker blown with it. She wasn't about to let up and off she went.

Well, for a couple feet at least... that is until she ran into... "Dad?!" She exclaimed, attack stance broken and eyes wide. "What are you...?" Oh, right. Phil. "Pops, you need to go. Now."

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[MADDOX DENTON]

Quidditch had never been much of Maddox's thing, he had a list of things that he'd rather be doing than watching the players whack balls at each other. But, Phil had had spare tickets courtesy of being captain of one of the teams playing and Maddox hadn't been able to come up with a good enough reason to say no. Or rather, a good enough reason that Phil wouldn't immediately dismiss.

Now?

Maddox was going to be giving Phil hell for getting him into this god-damned situation, even if what little he had seen didn't seem to indicate the other man was doing well. Maddox had only caught a brief glance just as the attack began, eyes widening in shock and sweeping the playing field from the stands.

Immediately he had kept to his feet and begun making his way down the stands, doing his best to shield who he could from being trampled. Already he had helped a blonde woman (Nicky Pierce) from under the panicked feet of the crowd on his way.

Arriving at the bottom of the stands he followed the crowd until he was spat out - and into Imani as a fresh round of screams went up. He was scraped up, wand newly in hand, but otherwise not too worse for wear.

"Imani?!" His eyes widened with fear seeing his daughter here, no matter here occupation. "What are you doing here?!"

It was only as he was wrapping his arms around her (and casting a *protego* to protect their backs) that her questions registered. He released her, finally.

"Phil gave me tickets." Maddox explained shortly, already cursing the other man. Still. "I'm not going anywhere without you." He could hold his own against these bastards well enough if he had to. Probably.

[IMANI DENTION]

"I'm working. What are you doing here?" The obliviator spat the retort back at him, amidst the chaos giving him a once over. "Wait... How did you get tickets?" Blinking it registered for her. There was only one answer here. "Uncle Phil gave you tickets? And you took them?" Her voice was filled with disbelief and it wasn't because of the ongoing attacks. Another realization hit her and her eyes widened in horror. "Uncle Phil got you tickets and you didn't invite me?" A trivial thing to be upset by of course but that was fathers and daughters.

Thankfully her dad looked ok, as ok as he could be really. A tad scraped up, alarmed, thinning hair a mess but most importantly alive and functional. You had to count your blessings all things considered and Imani made a conscious practice to do so ever since she was a little girl struggling with the death of her mother, being raised by a single white father, and being outspoken in this day and age to boot.

She was about to lecture him further about the tickets when he wrapped his arms around her, out of instinct she returned the gesture with ease. "Pops... I'm working. My job is to get everyone out of the stadium so you kind of have to." She explained to him, rushed, her wand in her hand slightly raised as he embraced her. Ready to turn on a dime and kick some ass butt. "Oh shit." Her eyes widened some. "Uncle Phil." She glanced around the pitch over the smoke, flashing lights, property damage, and screams. "Is he ok? Did you see where he went?" Looking back at Maddox she protested before he had room to argue that they should move. "Dad... we have to make sure he's okay." Imani's family was small: essentially Maddox and anyone at the bar. The bar was Phil's so... he needed to be okay. He just had to be. She couldn't afford to lose anyone else.

[MADDOX DENTON]

"Oh, well, yes he did." Maddox shifted a bit awkwardly, "He didn't really give me much of a choice in accepting them." Honestly, Maddox's instant refusal at Phil's offer had resulted in them making a bit of a scene at the bar. He hadn't been able to convince the other man to allow him to leave the bar before taking the tickets. Though, he doubted explaining that would save him from his daughter's wrath. "Well, I wouldn't want to invite you to this really." He gestured broadly at the chaos surrounding them, "In fact, I'd much rather you not be here at all." But he understood the importance of her job, and it wasn't like he was able to argue with that.

"I'll come, I'll come. I'll just be the last one out." He allowed stubbornly, unwilling to leave her here alone while he went home and sat on his hands waiting to get word back on whether she was even alive. He shuddered at the thought and squeezed her a little tighter before finally releasing her, clutching his wand.

"Phil. Fuck, Phil."

"Last I saw he was down on the field." Hopefully he wasn't still down there, or at least not in the direct line of fire anymore. "We'll make sure he's ok. He's going to be ok." Maddox reassured his daughter, he was going to be ok, they all were going to be ok and everyone was going to be fine. They had to be.

"Come on, let's head down and make sure he's ok." Maddox said, beginning to lead the way down the rest of the stands and off towards the fields, casting protegos as necessary as they made their way.

[IMANI DENTION]

"That's not nice, Pops." He wouldn't want to invite her? She knew that now wasn't exactly the best time to be offended but dangit! She was. Her hands moved to either side of her hips despite his arms wrapped around her. "Well obviously I kind of have to be here dad and you kind of have to be somewhere else." She reached for his wrist in an attempt to tug him away from the action so he could escape but he promptly put a stop to all of that. Apparently none of the Dentons would be left behind this evening and hopefully they would live to tell the tale.

"Ok. Fine. You can follow but you have to leave. I'll give you ten minutes. Tops." If she had her way it would be less than five but no need to tell him that. That would only result in another spat between the two of them and nobody would win. If anything, they'd end up dead before a resolution.

"The field?" She looked down towards the area where flashes of light and smoke masked a lot of the brutality but did little to cover up the cries, screams, and manic cackles. Ick. So it was going to be that kind of evening. Great. Imani grimaced a bit before pulling at her black trench coat as if that prepared her for the trenches she was about to enter. "Course he's gonna be ok. They would be idiots to try to mess with Uncle Phil. Waste of time!" And oh man, she really was doing her best to convince herself of that.

Before she could warn her father to back off he was going and dragging her with her. And folks wondered where she got her spunk and tenacity from! Wand at the ready she followed his lead blasting off a few spells of her own until they made it to the lower level. The grass about twenty feet away, blocked by broken set pieces and debris. "You'll have to jump a lot of those. lots of climbing and whatnot." She lifted her wand in front of her, eyes fixated on the pitch. "Think you got it in ya even though you're pushing a hundred and two?"

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