It was in good grace that Luna took the leg of roast rabbit that was handed to her by a man whom had been introduced to her as Balor. He was tall and muscular, and his short dark hair was interrupted only by a white scar running from above his left ear into his hairline. He had not spoken to her, only given a curt nod, and flexed the muscles on his arms, surrounded by tattooed black stripes.
Luna, despite being hungry, ate slowly, nibbling at the meat while keeping her eyes fixed on the men in front of her. None of them had tried to hurt her yet, but she trusted none of them, and in good reason. They, for the main part, ignored her, laughing heartily and gossiping while they ate. Foxy threw down endless insults from her perch in the tree, which were quickly answered with scathing remarks from Scabior.
They men it seemed were not entirely happy with their situation, with the exception of Greyback, whom the others apparently disliked. They had soon finished their meal, and swigged from bottles of butterbeer, until Scabior finally announced that morning was coming, and sleep was imminent. Tomos stretched his arms out and he stood up, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He kicked the log he had been sitting on away with one booted toe, and nodded at Luna. "Where's the wraig sleeping then eh?" He frowned a little, momentarily slipping into welsh.
Scabior chucked a rabbit bone into the air. "Not with any of you lot, that's for sure. As if you ugly lot ever mastered self control."
Foxy jumped from the tree, landing just behind Luna. She twisted her arms around her shoulders, leaning in close. Luna could smell blood on her breath. "As the only other girl here," Foxy ginned, showing off her sharp teeth, "Surly she should be staying with me…"
Before she could finish however, Scabior had batter her away. "How bloody stupid do you think I am; she'd be dead before sun rise if she stayed with you." The men laughed, but Scabior simply pulled Luna to her feet and frowned at them. "Bed. Now. We carry on searching in the morning." Grudgingly, they all nodded, and stumbled off to the various shacks that stood around the clearing. Foxy leapt from branch to branch until she reached her hammock at the top of the oak tree, where she started trying rabbit bones onto a stick, the makings of which appeared to be a very morbid wind chime.
It became apparent, quite quickly; that the only option that would keep Luna safe would be if she stayed with Scabior. He had a small run down house to himself, being leader. The wooden floor was mostly still intact, apart from one or two missing boards. The roof was thick canvas, covered with sheet iron, and the one small window had been boarded up to keep in the heat. A small blue fire crackled in the remains of the grate, just like the ones Hermione used to conjure in the winter. A lamp floated high in the middle of the single room, illuminating the grubby mattress on the floor, with a heap of blankets piled on top. A heap of clothes lay in the opposite corner, while a heavy looking walking stick leaned against the wall by the door, a large purple stone embedded in the top.
Luna glanced around her, a little nervously. She had never slept in the same room as a man, let alone shared a bed with one. But apparently she had no choice. She carefully stepped out of her shoes, and pulled her jumper over her head, before shooting under a blanket and pulling it up to her chin. She peeped over the top, as Scabior pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his boots into a corner. He threw himself down next to Luna, as the lamp went out, entirely of its own accord. Luna felt his bare skin press against her back as he dropped one arm over her waist. He was asleep before he had time to protest.
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