Around Malfoy Manor, night passes. Wolves howl. Owls hoot. Acromantulas creep...on the neighboring manors, because they're terrified of snakes.
Somewhere out there, Capt. Britain is on patrol tonight. This isn't exactly the Middle East... But that's not to say that Britain doesn't have any domestic enemies, as well as foreign ones... In fact, as long as British forces are overseas, it makes even more sense to assume that they SHOULD be hunting for enemies out here, instead...
"A fool looks for enemies overseas. A wise man looks for enemies in his own home." The Nott family said it best...
She rides a great white horse...that's got the Iron Jack dyed on it. As much as Betsy doesn't prefer this, she can't yet use her psionic powers to generate a whole horse from nothing... (Sure would be great if she could, though...)
She runs several patrols around the Castle Crouch. She's heard a lot about what goes on around this castle. So for this, she generates a psionic sword with her mind, keeps it at the ready, and rides around, keeping her butterfly mask low over her eyes (which, BTW, is ALSO made of her own purple-glowing psionic energy...)
Within the walls, boomslang snakes stir. They sense trouble...
Betsy senses someone coming. She generates a psionic shuriken into her hand, and throws it...
It stops in midair, when it reaches the forehead of Marshall Stone III. He's a mutant who can defend himself against all mutant-powered attacks. Hence, it's unclear as to whether that shuriken stopped because of what he did, or because of Betsy's mercy.
Betsy grins, as the shuriken vanishes. Her butterfly mask does, too.
"Let me guess," Betsy supposes. "The Brotherhood?"
Marshall nods. "It's Magneto. He's calling us to Wakanda. He said something about redemption."
Betsy scoffs. "I doubt that." She dismounts, and sends her horse away. "But for the sake of cheap thrills, I'd hate to sit around, when I could go to Wakanda to see just how this pans out."
With that, she embraces Marshall. She studies him, as he seems to enjoy the experience. "Don't get any ideas," she grumbles.
He looks down her chest window, and arches his brows, smiling. "Wouldn't dream of it! You might drop me."
She scoffs. "Bet your ass." With that, she uses her mutant telekinesis to levitate the two of them out of here. They levitate far over Britain, and south-bound...towards Wakanda...
On the ground, within the walls of the Castle Crouch, many mystified boomslangs raise their heads, and watch. Will Capt. Britain ever return? (Not that it'd be a complete tragedy if she didn't. The boomslangs at Crouch Manor kind of like spooking whoever comes out here. It's a lot better than waiting to have your skin peeled, and used to make polyjuice potion, for sure...
In the lakes that dwell near Malfoy Manor, fish swim. They're hunted by eels and pikes...and magical fish who somehow keep the ecosystem balanced, despite their differences with muggle fish. At least muggle fish can't exploit magical fish's magic like muggle humans can, or could, exploit the powers of wizardry...
Somehow, they all clear a space in the lake's depths. It gets really cold, where that is...
A portal opens. Beyond, packs of elephantfish hunt cichlids. This portal clearly connects this loch with an exotic one in Africa...
An anaconda appears, and swims through it. She's very long. She swims with the grace of Nagini, a gorgeous femme who was once the right-hand serpent of...the dark wizard that Tom Riddle III once became.
As she makes her entrance, the fish clear a way for her. It's just as well. As big as she is, she's not into shad. She's after the eels and pikes.
Behind her, her tail clears the portal. It closes, leaving packs of elephantfish to keep hunting cichlids back in Africa...and to bless the rains there as much as they can be, considering that fish are virtually the sum of the rain's blessings themselves.
The anaconda's head surfaces. With parts of her coils surfacing, she swims to shore.
At the shore, a doe drinks. She gawks, and scurries, when she sees a scary foreigner approaching.
Genghis Connie beaches, finds a tree, and ascends it, like a spiral staircase. Squirrels clear a path for her. She strikes at every owl, marten, grey fox, and raccoon dog between her and the more secure branches.
Thankfully, most of these owls are feral. The postal service of British wizardry won't likely be affected by this serpent's appetite.
She coils onto a strong branch, and rests. Her head hangs. She closes his eyes. Her path to sleep is eased both by her poikilothermy, and by the cool night temperature.
This world is a lot cooler, and a bit more barbed, than the anaconda's precious Africa. Even so, until she finds a way to get back to Wakanda, she'll just have to make do with whatever's here...as little as that might be.