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EmethThough she cast a still somewhat distrustful expression over the three red headed men, Abigail's gaze softened considerably as she turned her blue eyes on Emily as her friend stepped forward, much like the effect of ice melting. Her arms, already wrapped around her torso, tightened as she listened to the explanation of why the trio had been brought to their camp, rather than simply being stunned and left behind. Well... if the situation went south, she supposed they could always run for it, bitter as that thought was sitting on her tongue. Abby felt a huge shock go through her a moment later however, chasing away the thoughts of doubt and suspicion momentarily, her eyes widening.
"...Dumbledore?" She gasped in a voice that was so quiet, she could barely hear it herself. She couldn't even begin to understand why they would have been mentioned by such an important person. She barely even knew the man, wouldn't be able to give any details beyond a vague physical description and a taste of a sense of humor that had come out in his speeches at school. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, Abigail gave it a tug, gaze sweeping over the strangers once again with a renewed interest. But before she could do much more then look at each freckled face, a darkly significant look from Emily made her back stiffen and her attention return sharply to her adopted sister's face. She knew what that expression meant, understood why weariness prematurely crossed the gray haired witch's face, And the idea had Abigail's stomach clenching with concern. Emily was going to speak with the dead. Instantly, Abigail leaned forward and collected the other woman in her arms, giving her a brief, yet tight, hug and whispering in her ear, "Don't push yourself beyond your limits. Please." And then she reluctantly released her hold and watched with concern as her friend walked away and disappeared inside the tent, once again drawing her lip between her teeth.
The foremost of the twins spoke then, drawing Abigail's attention away from the tent and the worried fluttering in her stomach. She found herself releasing her lip With a soft huff that left her breath misting in the air before her, once again wrapping her arms around herself and giving her head a shake. "yes, I'm Abigail. I would say it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance under normal circumstances, but considering the situation..." Her shoulders gave a helpless little shrug.
The second twin, George, held out something to her and she found herself instinctively flinching, though she instantly felt foolish after realizing that he was simply proffering her a few pieces of parchment. Cheeks going pink, she took the folder and flipped it open, blinking down at her own much cleaner face looking up at her and offering a shy smile. Frowning at this photograph, she quickly shoved it out of sight and studied the brief description of herself and her genealogy, a growing sensation of nausea making her stomach ache worse than ever. With a disgusted snort, she forcibly shut the folder and was just on the edge of shoving it back at George when the wizard then offered her a jacket. Somewhat taken aback by this kind gesture, Abby returned the folder in a much more civilized fashion, though she didn't hesitate to snatch the article of clothing out of his hands in a much less careful way, shoving her arms into the sleeves and releasing a sigh of relief as she pulled it tighter around herself. At that moment, she didn't care that it smelled of unfamiliar laundry detergent and strange hands, all that she was concerned with was that the jacket was considerably warmer then her tattered robes. A huge genuine smile broke out across her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes. Just as she opened her mouth to give a word of thanks however, the tent flap was thrown back forcibly, Emily reappearing and springing into action almost immediately, blonde hair flying. Without a word of protest, far used to moving out at a moments notice, Abigail wipe the smile from her face and began to hurry around the camp, snatching up her bag and pulling it onto her shoulders before she began to waive her wand around, collecting the collapsed tent and a few scattered items and sending them zooming into her bag.
"Jynx a few for me." Abigail called, giving Emily a look of no-nonsense that clearly stated that they had better see each other again soon or else. Gripping hard the hand that grabbed her's, she snatched up the other twin's hand in her free one and began to run with them through the forest, praying The entire time that her separation with Emily would not be for long.
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Hands shoved deeply into his pockets, Charlie was really only half paying attention to the conversation between Abigail and the twins, his light brown eyes roaming away from them to gaze at their solitary little tent. He couldn't quite put his finger on whatwas bothering him about Emily going in there, but it was giving him the feeling that he associated with the moment right before a dragon spat a gout of fire at his head. Fingers moving to grasp his wand, he steadily began to tense his muscles, almost as if preparing to Leap out of the way at the appearance of flames. Emily burst out of the tent A moment later, her sudden appearance making Charlie both flinch with surprise and blink with confusion at the change in her appearance. Hadn't she just had a greying aged color to her hair?... Her forceful declaration that they needed to leave immediately put all of his confusion about how she looked aside however, replaced with a secondary confusion about how she would know if they needed to move then or not. Abigail didn't appear to have any doubts about the proclamation, he saw her immediately jump into action, but found himself still hesitating, eyebrows drawing together.
When Emily looked over at he, Fred, and George a moment later, a blazing look of determination on her face and asked whether or not they were going to help, Charlie found himself believing that somehow she knew that danger was approaching, even if she didn't elaborate how she knew. Perhaps she was a seer... He had never had much experience with fortunetellers, he had never been really interested in taking divination in school... Shaking off memories of the past, Charlie withdrew his wand from within his pocket, lit it, and began to help the others clearing the camp, even though there was not much work remaining.
"Snatchers are bad news no matter how you look at it." He grunted, looking between his brothers and the retreating form of Emily, who had run off before he could call her back. Making up his mind, he gestured for Fred and George to go on without him. "I'll go after Emily. You two stay with Abigail. Keep her safe. If we can't find each other again, I'll try to send word."
Wheeling sharply around, Charlie plunged into the forest at a sprint, wand raised defensively before him. When the sound of voices drifted to him through the trees, he quickly extinguished his light with a soft, "Nox." Reaching out his free hand to touch his fingertips to the bark of a tree to keep his bearings, he came to a stop to listen, straining his earrs to catch the sound of Emily's voice. But he didn't have to strain for long, her derisive shout at something one of the snatchers had said ringing out clearly before he saw several jets of light shoot out from the place her voice had emitted, illuminating her briefly and then traveling along the ground before lighting up the group of headhunters. One of them stumbled, but Charlie couldn't quite tell if they had fallen or not before the group began to pound after the retreating witch, curses flying from their wands.
"Crucio!" A brawny man near the front of the group shouted, the jet of light passing within a hairs breadth of Emily's head and ricocheting into the trees.
With a hot surge of anger, Charlie leapt from his cover and brought his wand down with a slash, bellowing, "Stupify!" Red light streaked into the unsuspecting group of snatchers, colliding squarely with the brawny man's chest, illuminating him collapsing to The ground and tripping up another man running behind him.
Retaliatory jets of multicolored lights almost instantaneously shot out from the remainder of the group, several spells coming so close that Charlie felt a couple of them ruffle his hair and sear bits of his exposed skin, even as he ducked out of the way to avoid them. Twisting around on the spot, he just managed to avoid rolling in the dirt before pushing off from the ground with one hand and into a sprint, heading in the direction that Emily had been running in, casting a few more stunning spells over his shoulder as he ran. Within a minute of weaving through the trees, his eyes caught movement near a clearing in the forest,, focusing on the figure sprinting ahead of him and realizing quickly that it was Emily, he quickly focused onto the shape several yards behind her and catching up quick. The figure was strangely hunched, all loping across the ground in a way that made Charlie's stomach turn over with apprehension. When the figure then tilted back its head and let out a howl, he felt his blood go cold.
"Emily!" He hollered in alarm. "Look out! He's right behind you!" The stunning spell he shot at the werewolf missed, Greyback leaping sideways to avoid it, and Charlie cursed loudly, pushing himself into an even faster run to try and cut the Death Eater off before he could reach is prey.
"...Dumbledore?" She gasped in a voice that was so quiet, she could barely hear it herself. She couldn't even begin to understand why they would have been mentioned by such an important person. She barely even knew the man, wouldn't be able to give any details beyond a vague physical description and a taste of a sense of humor that had come out in his speeches at school. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, Abigail gave it a tug, gaze sweeping over the strangers once again with a renewed interest. But before she could do much more then look at each freckled face, a darkly significant look from Emily made her back stiffen and her attention return sharply to her adopted sister's face. She knew what that expression meant, understood why weariness prematurely crossed the gray haired witch's face, And the idea had Abigail's stomach clenching with concern. Emily was going to speak with the dead. Instantly, Abigail leaned forward and collected the other woman in her arms, giving her a brief, yet tight, hug and whispering in her ear, "Don't push yourself beyond your limits. Please." And then she reluctantly released her hold and watched with concern as her friend walked away and disappeared inside the tent, once again drawing her lip between her teeth.
The foremost of the twins spoke then, drawing Abigail's attention away from the tent and the worried fluttering in her stomach. She found herself releasing her lip With a soft huff that left her breath misting in the air before her, once again wrapping her arms around herself and giving her head a shake. "yes, I'm Abigail. I would say it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance under normal circumstances, but considering the situation..." Her shoulders gave a helpless little shrug.
The second twin, George, held out something to her and she found herself instinctively flinching, though she instantly felt foolish after realizing that he was simply proffering her a few pieces of parchment. Cheeks going pink, she took the folder and flipped it open, blinking down at her own much cleaner face looking up at her and offering a shy smile. Frowning at this photograph, she quickly shoved it out of sight and studied the brief description of herself and her genealogy, a growing sensation of nausea making her stomach ache worse than ever. With a disgusted snort, she forcibly shut the folder and was just on the edge of shoving it back at George when the wizard then offered her a jacket. Somewhat taken aback by this kind gesture, Abby returned the folder in a much more civilized fashion, though she didn't hesitate to snatch the article of clothing out of his hands in a much less careful way, shoving her arms into the sleeves and releasing a sigh of relief as she pulled it tighter around herself. At that moment, she didn't care that it smelled of unfamiliar laundry detergent and strange hands, all that she was concerned with was that the jacket was considerably warmer then her tattered robes. A huge genuine smile broke out across her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes. Just as she opened her mouth to give a word of thanks however, the tent flap was thrown back forcibly, Emily reappearing and springing into action almost immediately, blonde hair flying. Without a word of protest, far used to moving out at a moments notice, Abigail wipe the smile from her face and began to hurry around the camp, snatching up her bag and pulling it onto her shoulders before she began to waive her wand around, collecting the collapsed tent and a few scattered items and sending them zooming into her bag.
"Jynx a few for me." Abigail called, giving Emily a look of no-nonsense that clearly stated that they had better see each other again soon or else. Gripping hard the hand that grabbed her's, she snatched up the other twin's hand in her free one and began to run with them through the forest, praying The entire time that her separation with Emily would not be for long.
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Hands shoved deeply into his pockets, Charlie was really only half paying attention to the conversation between Abigail and the twins, his light brown eyes roaming away from them to gaze at their solitary little tent. He couldn't quite put his finger on whatwas bothering him about Emily going in there, but it was giving him the feeling that he associated with the moment right before a dragon spat a gout of fire at his head. Fingers moving to grasp his wand, he steadily began to tense his muscles, almost as if preparing to Leap out of the way at the appearance of flames. Emily burst out of the tent A moment later, her sudden appearance making Charlie both flinch with surprise and blink with confusion at the change in her appearance. Hadn't she just had a greying aged color to her hair?... Her forceful declaration that they needed to leave immediately put all of his confusion about how she looked aside however, replaced with a secondary confusion about how she would know if they needed to move then or not. Abigail didn't appear to have any doubts about the proclamation, he saw her immediately jump into action, but found himself still hesitating, eyebrows drawing together.
When Emily looked over at he, Fred, and George a moment later, a blazing look of determination on her face and asked whether or not they were going to help, Charlie found himself believing that somehow she knew that danger was approaching, even if she didn't elaborate how she knew. Perhaps she was a seer... He had never had much experience with fortunetellers, he had never been really interested in taking divination in school... Shaking off memories of the past, Charlie withdrew his wand from within his pocket, lit it, and began to help the others clearing the camp, even though there was not much work remaining.
"Snatchers are bad news no matter how you look at it." He grunted, looking between his brothers and the retreating form of Emily, who had run off before he could call her back. Making up his mind, he gestured for Fred and George to go on without him. "I'll go after Emily. You two stay with Abigail. Keep her safe. If we can't find each other again, I'll try to send word."
Wheeling sharply around, Charlie plunged into the forest at a sprint, wand raised defensively before him. When the sound of voices drifted to him through the trees, he quickly extinguished his light with a soft, "Nox." Reaching out his free hand to touch his fingertips to the bark of a tree to keep his bearings, he came to a stop to listen, straining his earrs to catch the sound of Emily's voice. But he didn't have to strain for long, her derisive shout at something one of the snatchers had said ringing out clearly before he saw several jets of light shoot out from the place her voice had emitted, illuminating her briefly and then traveling along the ground before lighting up the group of headhunters. One of them stumbled, but Charlie couldn't quite tell if they had fallen or not before the group began to pound after the retreating witch, curses flying from their wands.
"Crucio!" A brawny man near the front of the group shouted, the jet of light passing within a hairs breadth of Emily's head and ricocheting into the trees.
With a hot surge of anger, Charlie leapt from his cover and brought his wand down with a slash, bellowing, "Stupify!" Red light streaked into the unsuspecting group of snatchers, colliding squarely with the brawny man's chest, illuminating him collapsing to The ground and tripping up another man running behind him.
Retaliatory jets of multicolored lights almost instantaneously shot out from the remainder of the group, several spells coming so close that Charlie felt a couple of them ruffle his hair and sear bits of his exposed skin, even as he ducked out of the way to avoid them. Twisting around on the spot, he just managed to avoid rolling in the dirt before pushing off from the ground with one hand and into a sprint, heading in the direction that Emily had been running in, casting a few more stunning spells over his shoulder as he ran. Within a minute of weaving through the trees, his eyes caught movement near a clearing in the forest,, focusing on the figure sprinting ahead of him and realizing quickly that it was Emily, he quickly focused onto the shape several yards behind her and catching up quick. The figure was strangely hunched, all loping across the ground in a way that made Charlie's stomach turn over with apprehension. When the figure then tilted back its head and let out a howl, he felt his blood go cold.
"Emily!" He hollered in alarm. "Look out! He's right behind you!" The stunning spell he shot at the werewolf missed, Greyback leaping sideways to avoid it, and Charlie cursed loudly, pushing himself into an even faster run to try and cut the Death Eater off before he could reach is prey.