Night had fallen over Atmos. In the offices of the Ministry of Magic however, people were still working. The Minister of Magic himself was addressing a large group of reporters, all eager for news and perhaps reassurance. They and Atmos craved it a little more considering there had been a change in power as standing in front of them was not Cornelius as it had been at the last press call but rather Scrimgeour, the man whom had taken over after his predecessor had been sacked not too long ago. He looked rather like an old lion with grey streaks in his mane of tawny hair and bushy eyebrows with a worn face making him look older than he actually was.
"These are dark times there is no denying" He spoke in a clear and calm voice. "Our world had perhaps faced no greater threat than it does today, but I say this to our citizens, we ever your servants ever continue to defend your liberty and repeal the forces to take it from you" He announced determinedly as the reporters wrote down his speech and took photographs."Your Ministry remains strong" The Minister concluded, his voice echoing around the repaired fountain area of the Ministry.
Across Atmos on a small and uninhabited Terra, hidden in a forest covered valley was the Condor. Almost hidden from view, it's current location was for good reason. The Storm Hawks were leaving it there. Piper was in her room and like the others, she was packing. Pausing for a moment her eyes, once again found themselves looking at the newspaper on her bed. Picking it up she glanced sadly at the headline which read 'Dark Mark Spreads Panic'. There was a photograph of the dark mark hanging in the sky above Hogwarts below. The sub headline underneath that was worse. It read 'Family Murdered' with a photograph of a man and woman each holding their children, each still babies. Like most of the murders Piper knew the family had done nothing against Cyclonis and her followers.
Aerrow was sitting on his bed, which was littered with his belongings all waiting to be either packed or left behind. He'd already ensured that the two destroyed horcruexs, the fake locket with the note from R.A and his spell book were the first to be packed. Apart from his blades, which were attached to his belt, there was only really his clothes to pack. As he began packing them he came across his Storm Hawks jacket, not the one his father had given him nearly six years ago as that one had long since been outgrown, but it was still achingly similar. Everyone had debated whether or not to take their uniformed jackets they'd all adopted as their uniform but had decided to only wear plain clothing, just in case they were noticed. Aerrow sat with the jacket folded on his lap before packing it, knowing he may need a reminder of who they were and, what they were about to do.
Junko and Ace were packing too, though for Ace it was particularly hard, the Condor had been his home before, he had also left it before too although not by his own will and now he was leaving it again.
Finn was standing, not in his room but rather on at the edge of the Condor's runway, he had not yet finished packing but had taken a break to enjoy the calm night air, he could just about see the stars in the night sky in the gaps of the thin clouds. It was peaceful here, but where they were going Finn knew the peace would not last.
Stork too was not packing, although he was already done. He had chosen to stand in the bridge, next to the ships controls. In all of Atmos he had never wanted to be anywhere else and was at his happiest flying the ship. In his heart though he knew he couldn't stay. None of them could.