"I cannot believe I am sitting here with you, of all people, breaking into a house." The brown haired girl rubbed her hands together and tucked a short strand of hair behind her ear. "It's summer and it's freezing, Murphy's Law, on the night of the recon. May I say again I cannot believe that you're doing this."
"I can. Dumbledore said no magic until we get him, so don't even think about it, Page."
"Can't we use a little bit, Raven, please?"
"No, Page, and shut up, I have to get this thing open with, God help me, hair pins, so shut up!"
"You know that's a mission impossible for me."
"Shhhh!"
As the door to a certain house on Privet Drive opened, the silhouettes of two young girls hit the other wall. One was taller than the other was, and it was fidgeting around. The smaller one stood still.
"What is it, Raven?" Said the taller one, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Voldermort." Raven whispered, cocking her head to one side and drawing in breath. "Crap, we are going to have to do this quickly, okay? Who knows when He'll be around."
They crept up he stairs stealthily, and reached the landing. Slowly, they started towards one of the doors and –
Thud!
"Page!" she hissed.
The other was about to answer when the sound of feet on carpet met their ears.
When I give the count, Page heard in her head, hit the person in the back of the head. Are you ready? THREE!
They quickly came up behind the person and did as they said they would. The person fell to the ground with a thud and their eyes widened.
"Great, Rave," Page drawled. "You knocked out Potter!"