Ben swerved and beat his wings as hard as he could as he dodged the cat from lunging at him again.
It would jump through the air and swipe at him with its claws. It would howl and hiss and spit at him as it tried to claw him down and eat him.
The cat landed, pounced and dove up at him from below. He had no choice but to pull back and reverse direction, pushing him further from his body.
Making a heavy quick turn he was able to avoid being clawed into pieces again by the dreaded Muggles.
The cat pounced, again and again, each time narrowly missing him.
"Muggles what are you doing in there?"
As soon as the cat turned to look back to the bushes, Ben made a dive for the metal gates separating him from the Cliffside and waters.
The cat dove for him the instant he bolted. Had it not been for the split second the cat had been distracted, he would have been dead.
Shooting between the bars and out into the open sunlight and his body laying in the grass, Ben felt a sense of relief as he quickly ignited the transference spell allowing him to jump his mind back into his body.
No sooner had he returned to his own form did he sneeze and sneeze and sneeze again as ants had started a line up into his nose. Regaining the sensation in his hands, he began swatting the small black bugs from his face. He coughed and choked and spat them out of his mouth as they scurried in a panic.
Putting one finger to the side of his nose he plugged it and breathed heavily firing snot ants out. Then he did the same to his other nostril, firing out ants and antennas and limbs.
"Blasted bugs"
Shaking his head free of grass, bush leaves, and ants he slowly stood and brushed himself off.
Looking to the gate to where he had emerged, he saw the cat on the other side of the bars, glaring back at him with yellow eyes and a piece of cricket caught in the fur of its chin.
He also saw something else in that cat. He saw intelligence. There was knowledge in the cat's eyes. There was danger there.
It had seen him…
Looking up and to the bushes, he couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes glaring in at him, human eyes… gifted eyes.
Turning to the cliffs he quickly opened a teleportation event and stepped through to emerge on the sandy beach bellow. He kept a brisk pace as he walked along the shoreline heading towards the opposite end of the short beach, a fair mile from the house and the grounds.
He couldn't simply just teleport from where he was. He needed to create several teleportation events in order to cover his trail. His ancestors learned a horrible price many years ago; when one of their own was trapped inside of his own teleportation and slowly ripped to his core elements over a period of many hours. His final emergence from his teleportation resulted in a hail of body parts, blood, and tiny bits of matter. It was as if a cadaver had been stuffed with explosives and detonated.
He hardly wanted to suffer such a gruesome fate, and didn't want to leave any teleportation events open to prying and tampering. Once he made it to the cliffs and rocks on the other end of the beach, he crouched down behind a rock and began writing into the sand a simple spell that would lock and protect his teleportation from being tampered with.
He wrote the correct runes and letters into the sand and eyed the shoreline wondering if he should also write a spell to protect the sand from being disturbed by the waters.
Looking back to the Cliffside he couldn't help but notice a small cat glaring down at him.
He needed a better idea. Brushing some of the sand destroying the runes, he re-wrote some of the circle and then added a second circle around that. There was no way he was allowing them to harm or impede his return.
Standing inside of the circle, he began summoning the energy necessary.