"What the fuck happened?" Rabastan demanded, staring open mouthed at the guards dangling upside down in midair.
Was this the work of his angel?
"Where's Lilith?" Fenrir growled the moment he shifted back, his senses were on high alert. Something was off with his mates' scent and all he could smell was fear. He shoved his way past Lestrange and the dangling bodies, said bodies now beginning to protest.
"Lilith, let's just talk about this somewhere safer." Thorfinn was almost pleading, hand outstretched in hopes she would take it.
When her spritely green eyes met his Fenrir knew for certain what was wrong, somehow the witch had brought herself out of the spell. For the first time he could recall he was stunned speechless, in complete awe of her power.
"You did this, didn't you?" Lilith demanded. "The last thing I remember was being in your cell."
"I'd love to hear this talk more than anyone," Rabastan interjected, scooping up the wands the guards had dropped. "but we need to get moving. Others will be coming. So let's go, yeah?"
She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly. His angel was definitely back but she couldn't have returned at a worse time, not that he wasn't still pleased to see her.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, any of you."
Fenrir looked to Dolohov, whose nod confirmed they were thinking the same thing.
"Stupefy." he quickly cast and the wolf caught her crumpling form.
"Ooooh, you two are dead." Thorfinn snickered for just a moment. "Now let's get the fuck out of here."
"Give me my wand!" Lilith hissed through clenched teeth.
The demand went to Dolohov, though her eyes were glued on Fenrir. For his part the wolf looked pretty nonchalant, he'd done what he'd had to to make the escape easier on all of them.
"Same as last time, the time before and also for next time you ask, no little one." he replied dryly and gave her arm a firm tug so that she'd resume walking.
Rabastan was doing his best to keep silent, partially because they were all in the dog house per se and nothing anyone had said thus far had calmed her, quite the opposite in fact. And partially because he wasn't sure if he could control his temper if he went head to head with Fenrir. Though he badly wanted to, now was not the time.
"When I get my wand back I'm going to hex you stupid." she growled at Greyback. "See if I don't."
"You're flat out adorable when you're angry." he replied, grinning.
Lilith was furious and embarrassed, as ready to kill someone as she was to cry. The DeathEaters had ruined her life! Her job was for shit because under Fenrir's little spell she'd given them a shit ton of information, greatly aiding the escape, and levicorpus'd a half dozen guards. Witnesses galore had seen her walking about uninhibited in their company, no one would believe she'd been under a spell. The ministry would assume she'd joined their ranks and arrest her on sight.
"You have completely derailed my life! Do you have any idea what they'll do to me when we're caught?" she demanded, trying unsuccessfully to pull her elbow free of Antonin's death grip, scowling.
Lilith's scowl deepened when she stumbled over a piece of the crumbling tunnel and his grip was the only thing that kept her upright.
Brilliant, she'd moved to England and managed to help the most dangerous men alive break out of prison within the first month. What would she do in the second month, a plague or perhaps locusts?
"Throw you in with us, I'd suppose." Thorfinn replied glumly, he honestly hadn't considered how adversely their plan may affect her life.
"We won't be caught." Lucius interjected, his belief in the dark lord never wavering.
Perhaps this was just the push Lilith needed to join his ranks willingly.
"They wouldn't even be kind enough to put me with you lot. For true punishment they'd put me on another floor and you know what happens to women." They would make an example out of her.
Rabastan badly wanted to hold and comfort Lilith, her small frame trembling from fear and anger but the witch wouldn't even look at him. She was right, her life had been completely derailed but even sadder yet was that she didn't even know the half of the danger she was in. Everyone had agreed it would be best to leave telling her about the claiming for "later" when she was calmer, lest their escape be completely blown by more accidental magic. Apparently the wolf licking her wound had taken away the pain of the bite and it would be a while before she set foot in front of a mirror to see it, so there was time to break the news gently, he hoped. Fenrir and Dolohov hadn't wanted to tell her about what she'd done under the spell either but were outnumbered by himself, Thor, and the Malfoys. She deserved to know that much at least. Rodolphus' snorts of contempt had been uniformly ignored by all. Maybe after they told her about the bite they could go for the trifecta and talk about the dark lord and his desire to meet her...maybe.
"Are you just going to be a little tart about this?" Rodolphus demanded, fully done with the woe is me act.
Lilith halted and turned to him with an incredulous look.
"I don't even know how to answer that." she growled, flailing her free arm. "What does that even mean?"
"He wants to know if you're going to be a bitch." Thorfinn supplied before anyone could tell her the more derogatory meaning of the term. Lestrange could be a right cock when he wanted to be.
"Yes! Yes I am, one hundred percent."
"It's also a dessert." Draco added helpfully.
"Well, let it be known that I'm going to be the biggest, sourest fucking tart you've ever met." Lilith hissed, pointedly meeting Rod's eyes.
Rod glowered in reply and made a false move like he was going to attack her.
"Enough! Leave her the fuck alone." Rabastan gave his brother a none too gentle shove so that he was further behind Lilith.
"Enough, all of you." Dolohov snapped, pointing the lit up tip of his wand at the group. "In case you haven't noticed we're in a giant tunnel, part of which is falling to the ground." he pointed the wand downwards at a few of the head sized cement chunks for emphasis. "And, oh yes how could I forget? We're still beneath the prison, right underfoot. We need to work together right now or we're buggered."
Dolohov had sort of just fallen into the role of honorary leader amongst the men years ago, almost by default. He was the calmest under pressure and the most analytical by nature, often spotting problems before they happened, so it made good sense. Knowing when to step up and when to remain silent, when to act and when to observe was something he'd carefully honed. He didn't wield it like a powerful weapon for show, instead using it as a tool only when needed.
One by one he met the eye of each person, picking them out of the semi-darkness, waiting for their nod before he moved onto the next. When he'd received silent affirmation from each DeathEater, his eyes moved on to Lilith and raised one brow in question. She sighed deeply in defeat knowing that she couldn't go back, only forward. But that didn't mean she was giving into them. Once they reached some semblance of safety she would make her own way, there was no other option. Lilith reluctantly nodded but ripped her arm away to walk on her own, her time as their little puppet was over.