Maycen quickly tried to back away from Scabior, but it was his turn to grab her arm. He pulled her into his chest and brought a strand of her hair up to his nose. She didn't know what he was expecting to smell, because she didn't imagine she had the most fragrant scent right now.

"Is this yours Maycen?" he asked.

Maycen shook her head no and tried to pull away from him, but he only held her tighter. The corners of Scabior's mouth twitched as he continued to play with her hair.

"But you recognized it. You asked me where I got it."

"I was just curious." She whispered, looking at the ground.

She heard Scabior chuckle. "You're a bad liar Maycen."

She bit her lip and looked up at him. His eyebrows were raised and his head was slightly tilted, waiting for her to answer.

"Where did you find it?" she asked.

"The woods." He answered simply.

"You just found it?"

"Yep."

"Did you run into anyone?" she turned her attention to the scarf.

"Should I 'ave?"

Maycen quickly shook her head. "No I was just wondering."

"You were just wondering if I found your friends?"

Maycen met his gaze again and he was grinning down at her. She really was a terrible liar. That was the first thing that came to her mind when she saw Hermione's scarf; she was afraid he had found them. She knew he hadn't though, or else he would be bragging all about it to her.

"Obviously you didn't or else you'd be flaunting it in my face. Besides my friend who owned that was a Ravenclaw like myself; she's nothing of value in this war."

"Do you think I'm stupid love?"

Maycen fought back a snort. "Depends."

She expected to get another slap in the face, but Scabior just grinned at her. In all honesty, she would rather take getting hit.

"I've told you that I've smelled this same scent before. Now there's only one other person who could 'ave the same smell as you, someone you had been spending a lot of time with."

Maycen sucked her cheeks in. "It's not hers."

"Are you sure Miss Granger didn't leave that scarf in case you might stumble upon it?"

"No because it's not hers." Maycen was starting to grow impatient.

Scabior released her arm and he walked off towards the others. "We'll find out soon enough I guess."

"What?" Maycen ran and stood in front of him.

Scabior raised his eyebrow. "Well now that I've got 'er scent it won't take long to find 'er. I do 'ope she's more fun than you though."

Maycen clenched her fists at her side as she watched Scabior laugh. Before she could stop herself, she punched him straight in the jaw. He stumbled back a few steps and looked at her with pure rage. Before Maycen could even blink, Scabior was inches from her face. He gripped her shoulders hard, which caused her to cry out. Scabior cocked his head to the side at her scream, and then out of nowhere he spit in her face.

Maycen brought her hand up to her face where she wiped off the mixture of blood and spit. With it still being on her hand she smacked Scabior hard across the face. He looked at her like he couldn't believe she had the nerve to hit him again, which caused her to smile. In fact, she almost started laughing.

"Do you think this is funny!" he yelled, shaking her.

Maycen responded by giving him a big smart ass smile. Scabior backhanded her and he roughly shoved her to the ground. She tried sitting back up, but Scabior's boot suddenly came down on top of her face. She was pretty sure she heard a crunch and she let out a squeal of pain. She brought her hand up to her nose and blood was gushing everywhere.

She didn't get a chance to relax, though, because Scabior grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up to her feet. He held her against his body and she tensed up at being so close to him, afraid he was going to touch her nose.

"Now is it funny?" he growled.

She thought about answering, but she bit her tongue. He released her hair and she realized that had been the only thing holding her up. She collapsed on the ground onto something wet and gooey. She looked around her and realized that it really must have snowed here, because the ground, and now she, was covered in mud.

"Aw you're dirty again Maycen." Scabior mocked.

She could hear the others start to laugh and her cheeks turned red at the thought of having to take another bath in the pond. She sat up and looked at Scabior, becoming angrier by the second. She exhaled through her nose and waited for him to make a move. Almost as if he was already bored, Scabior turned around and started walking back to his tent. Maycen smiled to herself and with a sudden burst of energy she got up and ran straight at Scabior, tackling him to the ground. To her satisfaction he got a face full of mud.

"Aw now you're dirty too." She mimicked him.

Her victory didn't last long, however, when Scabior threw an elbow behind him and nailed her in the face. She screamed and rolled off of him, holding her nose. Scabior quickly stood back up and wiped the mud off his face, which he threw down at Maycen. She tried standing back up, but Scabior stormed over to her and grabbed her hair again, dragging her along the ground.

"Why must you always insist on doing things the 'ard way?"

Maycen reached up and grabbed onto his hand, trying to loosen his grip, but he only pulled harder, not giving her any time to stand up. They passed the others, who were just watching the scene play out, and Scabior barked at them to find something else to do. He pulled her along the forest floor until they came to the small frozen pond. Scabior released her hair and pulled out his wand, firing a spell at a section of the ice.

Maycen rolled over and tried crawling away, but he grabbed on to her ankle, pulling her closer to the water. She struggled and kicked, but she soon found herself facing a hole in the ice. Scabior grabbed on to the back of her neck and forced her underwater. Unlike last time, the water was freezing cold, and it instantly hit her like she was being pierced with thousands of knives. She thrashed around trying to make him let go, but he suddenly pulled her back up.

"Will you ever learn Maycen? At first your defiance was somewhat laughable, but now it's just plain annoying."

She was panting heavily and she tried pleading with him, but his eyes showed no sympathy. He thrust her back down in the water and she continued to thrash about. Surely he wasn't going to kill her right? But, he wasn't pulling her back up, and she started to panic. Of course panicking is the worst thing someone could do in this situation, and she could feel her lungs start to burn.

He held her tightly underwater, and she could feel her skin prickling against the cold. She held her breath for as long as she could, but she knew she was starting to lost oxygen. Out of nowhere Scabior pulled her back out, and tilted her head so she was looking back at him. She was gasping and taking in large amounts of air, while her teeth were chattering due to the cold.

"I told you last time if you keep making me mad I would 'ave no choice but to kill you." He said plainly.

Maycen let out a sob and pleaded with him to let her go. If fell on deaf ears however when he shoved her back underwater. This time she tried not to thrash around too much, but it was hard when she needed to move to keep warm. She held her breath for as long as she could, but her head was starting to pound. He wasn't pulling her up, and this time she feared he actually meant his word. Her hand slowly loosened its grip on his and she was starting to lose consciousness. She didn't want it to end like this, but there was nothing she could do. Everything started to go black and then suddenly she was pulled out of the water and thrown onto the ground.

She coughed and arched her back, gasping for air. Her chest was heaving up and down as she tried to find her normal breathing pattern again. She started shivering and her eyelids grew heavy. Maycen saw movement out of the corner of her eye and through blurred vision she looked up at Scabior standing over her.

"Consider this your first strike." He growled.

With that, he walked off back towards camp, leaving her shaking on the ground. She lied there for a moment trying to focus her thoughts, but the only thing she could focus on was how tired she was. If she was right in her assumption, she only had two strikes left before he would kill her. Although, she wasn't sure what kind of punishment would come with those strikes.

Maycen remained on the ground, unable to make herself stand up. She let out a small huff and saw her breath in the air. She closed her eyes wanting so badly to go to sleep but she quickly shook herself awake. She rolled over onto her stomach and tried to push herself up, but she only got as far as her hands and knees; maybe she could crawl back to camp. Maycen started to crawl, but fatigue quickly took over and she fell back down. She rested her head on the ground and closed her eyes again, trying to think of some way to get back to camp. She thought about screaming, but she figured Scabior would only punish her more. Maycen's body relaxed more and she found it harder to shake herself awake. She eventually gave into her exhaustion and finally dozed off.