Chapter 11

Here's chapter 11 I hope you like it. Thank you for your lovely reviews I love you guys x3 I don't own anything except Dalia, enjoy.

Dalia had experienced good days and bad days in the past week but today as she would put it, was the worst fucking day of her snatching career. Scabior made them work nonstop well into the night. They managed to capture a few runaways and a couple of supporters of Harry potter but they added up to no way near as many galleons as the third most undesirable would have done.

If they had managed to capture Weasley, Dalia could have been out of this job in a heartbeat and she would have got enough money to set her up for a good couple of years. But no they fucked up so now Scabior is beyond pissed off with everybody and everyone else is at their wits end.

The sun had set hours ago and it was now so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Scabior wouldn't let them use the lumos spell on their wands as they would be easily spotted and people could get away much more easily. This resulted in tripping over overgrown roots or stubbing your toes on fallen trees every five seconds.

Eventually Scabior told everyone that they were finished for the day. Dalia almost jumped for joy at his words. Dalia's eyes lit up when she saw eight tents surrounded by a small burnt out fire. No one said a word as they retired to their tents.

Dalia struggled to keep her eyes open as she staggered into her tent. She sat on the edge of her bed and carefully peeled her shoes off her sore feet. Dalia cursed as she removed her socks. Her feet were scarlet red and full of blisters. Dalia hobbled over to her chest of drawers and opened the first drawer. After rummaging around for a few seconds she found what she was looking for. A small pot of a white cream labelled anti-blisters.

Dalia sat on a chair and unscrewed the lid. Her feet stung like hell as she gently rubbed it in. Dalia bit her tongue to try to ease the pain of her throbbing feet but that only resulted in both her feet and her tongue stinging. After what seemed like ages Dalia was able to walk properly. Her blisters had cleared up and her feet were left slightly red.

"How can today start off to be great and end up like a big pile of shit." Dalia thought to herself as she pulled a cigarette out of its packet. Dalia carefully put her damp converse back on and walked outside. Everyone was in there tents presumably sleeping. Dalia couldn't blame them she was shattered too. Although she didn't know if she was welcome in Scabior's bed anymore.

Dalia lit her cigarette and took a long drag. Her mussels instantly relaxed and her eyelids drooped even more. Dalia had shut her eyes and rested her head on one hand whilst the other held her cigarette. She opened her eyes when she felt the log she was sat on move slightly. Scabior was sat next to her lighting a cigarette with his wand. He ran his hand through his knotted hair and then rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. Dalia dared not talk to him. She had never seen him so angry and pissed off. She's not surprised after all they let go one of the biggest bounties ever.

"Tomorrow we need to move." Scabior announced suddenly making Dalia jump. "We always move camp every couple of weeks to keep any Order members off our tails." He explained. Dalia nodded her head in agreement. "That means that we will have to get up extra early to pack everything away and find a suitable campsite. Then we will continue snatching as always."

Dalia couldn't suppress a sigh. She would only get four hours sleep at the most. Plus Scabior's mood hadn't seemed to improve. "Well I best go and get some sleep then." Dalia stubbed her cigarette out with her shoe and started to make her way back to her tent. "Where you going? My tent is that way." Scabior pointed to the right.

"Yeah but I thought that you might have wanted to be alone tonight." Dalia replied. "If I wanted you not to sleep in my bed I would have told you." Scabior said placing another cigarette between his lips. A small smile crept across Dalia's lips. Although Scabior was still pissed off and acting like a dick at least she would be able to have a good sleep even if it would only consist of a few hours at the most.

Once Dalia had changed into her night clothes and walked into Scabior's tent she noticed that Scabior was nowhere to be seen. Dalia shrugged it off and slipped into his bed. She curled up into a ball and breathed in Scabior's natural aroma. For some strange reason beyond Dalia's understanding she found his smell attractive and oddly addictive.

After what seemed like an eternity Scabior immerged from outside. To Dalia's disappointment he walked straight past her and to his desk. He sat down and stared at the mountain of papers stacked up in a messy pile. He sorted through pictures of wanted fugitives and maps of England. He would study maps intently for minutes before he would circle a section of it.

She had her eyes half open and every time he looked in her direction she would shut them so he didn't realise that she was staring at him. Scabior had a healthy supply of fire whisky at one side which he would drink from ever so often.

Dalia wondered when he would ever come to bed. Her body was involuntary shutting down. A wave of tiredness hit her and she struggled to keep her eyes open. In a matter of seconds she fell into a deep sleep without Scabior's arms snaked around her waist.

Well there you go. I'm sorry that it's not very long, I've got a really important exam coming up and that has been my main priority. The next one will be longer I promise. Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you for reading :)