Merlin sat in the table directly across the door. In front of her, a glass of cheap ale. Strewn across the the inn was a rowdy crowd of wizards and witches... for this was the last safe haven for them. Above the door was a sign nailed. It read... La Ceour Du Wizard. The Wizard's heart. She had barged in there in the wee dawn, exhausted and broken down. She had fallen down, been picked up and carried, and her wounds healed as best as these ragtag witches and wizards could. Then she had switched to this table and ordered ale and food. She had ate and drank and now she was drowsy and content. Yet she knew she couldn't stay here for long. She couldn't stay anywhere for long. She was only 14, although she looked a much older. She could thus be tracked by her father's minions at the ministry and the french nobility. The ministry had already sent dementors. The nobility could come barging through the door any moment or just set fire to it.
She got up and went to the bartender, and dropped a few coins... another strange thing about this inn. The owner and his wife were muggles, but their son was a wizard. They had opened this inn after he had been thrown out of the university, on the grounds of witchery castrated, along with his friends. He would have died if not for the healing potion he had drunk from his vial necklace. Now he protected the pub and smuggled refugees across the sea or into the country and into other kingdoms while his parents run the pub. And the pub accepted muggle money, as some muggles, witch sympathizers came here for shelter.
But that was just a pretext... she actually wanted to look in the glasa mirror hung over the bar.
Yes, there he was... she had noticed that the witch in a black overcoat who appeared to be a refugee had been watching her since she entered...
She slowly reached for her wand, grabbed it and then,
She turned around in time to deflect a killing curse.. it stuck a old witch dead.
'Crucio' she shot off the spell and ducked as he shot another killing curse
They dueled and curses deflected curses, some hitting walls and others hitting the bystanders
The wizard shot another killing curse. She countered it and then in one flick, hit him with one of her own.
He fell down dead.