"Stupefy!"Marcus shouted. "'Ria, grab my hand, now!" said Marcus. "Fred! No!" cried Orria. A Death Eater with a long nose, black greasy hair, and the coldest, most evil black eyes she'd ever seen, had just stunned Fred with a sick curse she'd never heard before. Fred lay dying on the floor gashes, deep and bloody, appearing all over his body. "Sectumsempra" cried the greasy haired man. But as he said it it became long and drawn out at the end, as Marcus grabbed Orria's hand and were being thrust, quite abruptly, into time and space and could not breath. When they had reached their destination, they were thrown onto the ground with the force of a baseball being hit by a bat, and were out of breath. "Marcus! How could you leave him there! You can't! You can't! No! PLEASE! Go back for him, Marcus, PLEASE!!!" she said as she cried. "Ria, come with me and don't make a sound."
"Where are we?" she demanded.
"Your house." he answered. She pulled her hand away from Marcus and threw an exasperated shriek into the air. "Marcus, NO! He'd want to go back there with the entire Order and that would take to long! You know that! Half the Order is in Scotland, trying to unchain MORE information about what Fred's parents have said and Apparation won't work because Caedus has probably cut off all the Apparition ways! We have to do it ourselves!" she bellowed, angry at Marcus's stupidity. "What do you suppose I do, Ria, huh? Go all around London looking for a Good Samaritan who'll lend us bandages and a wand because, neither of us have brought a wand or go into your house and get your cut bandaged because if you continue to loose blood at thiss rate, you'll die! You're already turning pale from loss of blood. Please, Ria, please."
She looked at him. Examining his face. Checking his eyes for sincerity. "Fine. But hurry. Fred won't be ok if he stays there much longer."
