Author's note: Yes for once I am updating, sorry for not posting chapters more often but I have quite a bit going on atm, as well as taking part in multiple different fanfic events. Here you go, this is a bit longer too :)
Bella had never been a pickpocket, yet she would have to learn. Having found a small rocky overhang just outside of a town she'd transfigured herself an acceptable home, for the circumstances at least. After she finished some protection spells, as well as warmth and other comforting ones she was now inside the town. At first she'd thought it might even be easy, having the distinct advantage of magic over the people she was trying to steal from, yet it had soon turned out this was not in fact true. Much rather, she had had to discover that her magic was very much weakened by her exhaustion, and also casting all of the protective charms and generally building her little home. This meant that disillusionment, which would've most certainly been the best possible way to go about stealing, was not going to happen. Trying simple things like Accio were to dangerous, since despite everything she didn't want to expose the existence of wizards, and any signs of public display of magic would alert the ministry.
She decided to just mix with some of the people crowding the streets, since there was a market going on it was easy enough to blend in. At that point she was stuck, and for a few minutes she just let herself be carried by the crowd, before daring to slip a piece of bred from a stall. She as soon as she got that she scuttled away, dipping back into the crowd before she could be spotted. A terror flooded her at the thought of how wrong everything could've gone, but it also came with a kind of thrill that made excitement bubble up inside her.
After another moment of hesitation her hand slipped clumsily into an open handbag, coming up with nothing but a pair of sunglasses, but that didn't stop Bella from continuing. On her next try she nearly got caught, but made it away with a semi full wallet. As she continued in it turned into a kind of rush, with the fear, excitement, adrenaline and hope mixing to become intoxicating in a weird way. Soon she realized she was becoming too obvious, and a few moments later she felt a hand close around her wrist. Startled, she spun around, nearly losing her footing as whoever had caught her pulled her off into the direction of a dark alley. Once they stopped she saw that he was someone who could only be described as a street urchin, a few years younger but definitely more experienced then her. "What the f are you doing?!" He asked -well, shouted- at her. "You were going to be caught any minute there! And in my territory!" "Umm..." Bella was still a bit confused, and also slightly intimidated. "I needed food...?" She said, though it sounded more like a question. "You needed food?! That's great, well I need food too, and you may have just made that unnecessarily hard for me!" "I'm sorry, but I'm not really good at all this, and I'm desperate, okay?!" She answered, actually getting quite annoyed at this boy who kept screaming at her. "We'll be desperate somewhere else!" That was like the least helpful thing anyone could say to her, and at this point she decided to straight up leave. She stormed out of the alley and into her forrest home, where the first thing she did was sort out all of the stuff she had stolen. She knew she had enough money to buy some descent food and drink, but going back to the town was too risky, since the guy had been right they would be looking for a thief now. So, all she did was finish the bread she'd stolen, summon some water to drink and go to sleep under a general area camouflage spell. It wasn't perfect, but it was the best she could do and she needed rest to regain her energy.
The next morning she felt a lot better, and after packing her things Bella got ready to make her way to another muggle town she'd visited once before. Concentrating, she focused on the outskirts of said town, yet less than a second before she vanished there was a loud bang in the distance, that may have been a gunshot, or a mere car misfire for all she knew. This startled her quite a bit, and when she arrived where she wanted what she saw was inevitable.
There was a deep gash of skin missing on her stomach, deep enough to even expose the tiniest bit of rib. She'd splintered. This should not have been a terrible wound, if painful, were she still with all of her supplies. This though, she was not, and so she lacked any healing potion, or whatever else she might have needed. She knew what had to be done, but as she transfigured a needle and thread she sincerely hoped she didn't.
Sowing her own wound was a terrible experience, with every prick of the needle a hot spike of pain shot into her, and all the while the wound was still bleeding over her. She'd also never had any reason to sow before, so though she knew vaguely how to do it, this was not at all an easy task, and neither was it a job well done. When the wound finally looked like it wouldn't tear open again at the slightest movement she was satisfied. Bella conjured up a few bandages and tied them on tightly, casting a few charms she hoped might improve their work. The only thing she could really do after was hope this would be enough, though she sincerely doubted it.