Fiona's mother was at her kitchen sink, peeling potatoes with a knife of light from her wand. As the door rapped behind her, she muttered Nox and the knife disappeared. She ran up to the door and unbolted it with Alohomora!
"Viktor Krum! Mark! Why are you here? …Oh, my baby! What happened?" She was in shock with fear for Fiona.
"Sorry, ma'am, it vos my fault. I am to blame." Viktor was bowed to Mrs. Larker, as Mark took her and led her on the sofa.
"No, Gretel, It was my fault. I started a duel with Krum over… something and she was hit by some of our missed spells. We can heal her, just give us some time." Mark was already walking to Fiona, his wand ready. As he cast Episkey Lingera! on Fiona, Gretel Larker was asking Viktor about his career. He was telling her the anecdote of the 1994 World Quidditch cup, and the Wronski Feint that could have won the match, if he had done it earlier. Mark went to make everyone tea, and an aura of healing was surrounding Fiona. She would be healed in a matter of minutes. Krum kept explaining about his broom and how he polished, buffed, and improved it to Gretel as Fiona's body returned to normal. Mark came along with a tray, but only three people were awake to drink them. Soon after, Mark realised why.
"Ennervate! She'll be with us in a m…Fiona! I'm really sorry, I got…carried away."
Fiona was up, and angry with the two boys.

"YOU TWO! Mum, you might want to leave the room." Mrs. Larker obliged instantly. " WHAT WERE YOU DOING! QUIDDITCH PRACTICE!""You can see her evil side, can't you?" Mark whispered in Viktor's ear.
"WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY!" He didn't really reply, he more whimpered unintelligibly. "THAT'S IT! EXPELLIARMUS! DENSAUGEO! And you… VIKTOR!" Krum ran for his life, as mark was slumped on the wall, his teeth prodding him uncomfortably in the thighs. Fiona gave an incredible chase, sprinting speedily. Krum had burst out the front door, casting Colloportus on it as he ran. Fiona wordlessly Alohomora'd the door open, running with the force of a powerful tiger. At the same time, Krum and Fiona stated Accio Firebolt! , and hurled themselves on their brooms.
"Come back, you prat!" Fiona was yelling quite loud, considering she had a Relashio to thew throat. Krum was speeding through the air, dodging many flying hexes. Then, Fiona realised this was the perfect opportunity to try out the spell she had created while trying to fuse Accio and Incendio together to make will o' the wisp fakes for Hallowe'en. Instead she had made Combustio which worked like Accio but instead of summoning the thing, it set it alight. So, she stated the incantation, Combustio Krum's broomtail! and it was on fire, swirling down to the ground. Aguamenti! cried Krum, aiming his wand at his broomtail. It went out in a plume of smoke, and his robes caught on a church spire. He was flown one wany into a car, and the broom crashed into a train in the other direction. Although Fiona was still angry, she retrieved the broom, Obliviated the passengers, and gave Krum her address and his broom and said, "Come back to mine, if you dare." She flew off home at this, to finish off Mark.

KCK-KCK-KCK. The door-knocker of the house of Larker was slammed ominously. Mrs. Larker whispered to Mark to run upstairs as it could be Fiona, and she was going to be hungry for revenge. As Fiona's mother unbolted the door manually and lifted her head to say hello she was faced by a tall, cloaked man. His skin was entirely shadowed by his black robes and only about three inches of his wand poked out of his right sleeve. The man softly raised his wand, but Mrs. Larker didn't seem to notice. Instead she spoke melodically,
"Hello...sir, how may I help you?" Mark could hear every word, and started to creep down the stairs when he heard the word sir.
"Larker. Gretel Larker. How are you?" The man had a deep voice, similar to one Mark had heard a while ago, but he couldn't put a finger on who... Mark was now ready at the wall next to the foyer, wand primed for a Stupefy.
"Good...Yes, I am good." Gretel's voice was faultering now, but she had her wand slightly primed, but she was not as ready as she once was, in her Auror days. Suddenly, a roar of MORTIS! sounded in a deep voice. A scream echoed for less than a second, and then Mark whipped around the corner, casting Expelliarmus! at the figure, his wand flying to the skies. He muttered Accio wand , and it came back, without use of a magical conduit. He hopped on a broom nearby, the unconcious Gretel in tow. Fiona landed next to him, about a minute later, a red face in tow. She nearly punched him when he said, "Fiona, not now, we have to save your mother! Accio Firebolt!" He grabbed his broom as it approached him, swooping on it and jetting after the far-off figure. Before Fiona set off, she locked the door and left a message on the door using Flagrate saying:

Dear Viktor,
Sorry we had to leave you, but make yourself at home. Apparently, my mother's been kidnapped, and me and Mark are giving chase. We're headed west, so bring a compass if you want to come. But I advise you, Mark seemed seri...Oh no... Not over my house...