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"Snatching?" Mia breathed in disbelief. He wanted to take his muggle hostage snatching?
Scabior murmured in agreement, "Get your shit together. We're leavin' in ten minutes."
Mia tied her hair back with an elastic band she found under the sink and chewed on a thumbnail. She watched them getting ready outside, throwing on thick coats and smudging soot over their eyes. Probably to make them blend in with the scenery more. Or because they thought it made them look like warriors or some shit. Greyback didn't have to of course because he was grey all over. Mia mentally ticked off an unanswered question in her mind. She had always wanted to know why a manly man like Scabior wore eyeliner. She promised herself she'd tease him about it when she got the chance. But when she was on the right side of a knife. Or a brick wall.
Scabior lead them to the edge of the camp and told Greyback to cast a disillusion charm on the camp as he looked at a map. Mia watched it disappear with a simple wave of the werewolf's wand.
"Right, today we'll be scouring the forest just outside of Perwing. I've 'eard from a couple of groups that some last year students are 'angin' around by a nearby river. The pubs in Perwin' chucked them out three days ago so they shouldn't 'ave gone far. Once we're there we'll find a sign of 'em and then spread out in twos."
"'S, boss." The group muttered together.
"Okay, everyone grab a forearm." Scabior said, and everyone grabbed hold of someone else's forearm, so they were all linked in some way to Scabior. Mia was grabbed by the neck instead.
They arrived in a very different looking forest with oaks rather than conifers. The trunks were wider and the branches were lower and further reaching. There was a beautiful golden light streaming through the dead trees and dappling everything below. Mia felt more comfortable knowing that there was a higher probability of her being able to climb these trees.
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20 minutes of slow walking and no conversation later, Scabior stopped at the front of the group and cocked his head to one side. Everyone else automatically stopped walking and waited for his next move. There was a rustling of leaves and a rabbit sped through the leaves. Scabior raised a hand and Greyback growled, obviously discontent at not being able to chase after it. Another 10 seconds went by in complete silence and then there was a much louder noise accompanied by a swear word.
"Shit." Came the voice. It sounded like a man, coming from the left. Mia's eyes flitted towards a dark shape and locked onto his.
"Run!" She squealed, and suddenly everyone was bolting for the stranger. The man cast a hex towards them and hit Greyback on the shoulder, delaying him only for one second. Scabior stopped to fire one back but nothing came out of the end of his wand.
"Snatch 'im!" He yelled in frustration and the others made a beeline for the trees.
Scabior turned back to Mia and snarled, "What the fuck 'ave you done to my wand?"
"Whoops." She gasped, stumbling back and then running in the opposite direction.
If he stopped running then she would have to stop, but he wouldn't ever be any closer. So he needed to catch up...and without his wand it was going to be harder.
Mia tried to ignore the wheezing pain in her chest and the loud footfalls behind her. She ran to a wide and low tree and heaved herself up onto the lowest branch. And then one higher up and so on and so forth until she was nearly 6 metres off the ground. The branches higher up were probably too thin to hold her weight and she didn't want to push her luck and fall so she picked a big one and swung a leg over each side.
"I can climb trees too, sweet'eart." Scabior called up, grinning.
"Try it and I'll kick you in the fucking face." She replied, eyes glowering with something weaker than fury but stronger than fear. She was still wearing her own clothes which mercifully included caterpillar boots with steel caps.
Scabior put his hands on his hips and sighed, looking up at her with a calculating stare. Mia gripped the branch tighter.
"You know, you're right." He stated, slowly moving backwards.
Mia waited for him to continue.
"I don't really fancy a boot in the face." He said cryptically. Mia watched as he continued to walk backwards.
"Oh no." She breathed, estimating his final distance to be around 30 feet away.
With the next step Scabior took Mia felt a tug from her ankle.
"Oh fuck." She said a little louder, and the next moment her ankle had shot out from under her and towards Scabior and she shrieked. Mia spun around and dangled from the tree, only held on by both arms which were shaking with exertion.
In the distance she heard a mischievous chuckle.
"Stop it!" She yelled, gripping the branch with all her strength as her ankle was pulled away from the tree. She turned her head with some difficulty and saw Scabior leaning back on his own weight, thanks to the stupid fucking 30 foot charm.
He laughed again.
"You're gonna break my fucking ankle!" She shrieked, feeling all the joints in her leg click consecutively. It wouldn't be long before it would pop out of the socket.
"Well, the smartest thing to do would be to let go then, wouldn't it, princess?" He replied with that soft cockney lilt.
"Take the charm off and I'll climb down." She relented, feeling the strength in her arms quickly draining.
"Can't without my wand." He grunted, and her leg was yanked again. This time her arms couldn't manage it and slipped, letting her fall to the ground. She landed with a thud on her ankles but keeled over onto her back where Scabior magically appeared. He jumped on top and sat on her stomach, effectively trapping her underneath him.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the fake wand. He studied it closer with a confused expression. She watched as he sniffed and licked and chewed gently on the wand, like a curious dog would. He paused and bit on the end again, like someone would if they were checking for fake jewellery. Then he leant back and snapped the wand in two. The centre was a light grey and smooth.
"Muggle stuff." He muttered.
"It's called plastic, you nut." She propped herself up on her elbows.
"It looks real. You make it?"
"Not me." She said, eyeing the expensive broken stick.
"Little Alice?" He prompted, and she growled.
"How much time have you actually spent in the 'Muggle World'?"
"I pop in every now an' again." He commented, brows furrowing.
The plan in Mia's head came together, "Then you'll not have been to The Studios?"
A/N: If you can't see what's coming next then you're in for a (hopefully) humorous surprise. A mix between reality and fiction, which literally is the whole plot aha. Please review and tell me if it makes sense so far :)