She came through the Leaky Cauldron every day she had work. Dora wasn't much of a witch, and she had never had enough skill to work in the Ministry, or the desire to work among other magical folk where she'd be looked down on for her less than brilliant abilities. Instead, she worked at a muggle supermarket. It paid enough, and she could work in London and live in Diagon, keeping herself a part of the magical world that she wanted to be more fully a part of.
Her arms were full of groceries. More kids sort of stuff. It had been brilliant -- the god of luck had smiled on her when her late night spying on Oliver's cottage had yielded the best prize ever.
WINIWho would have thought that she'd just come walking outside? It was as
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The sweet scent jarred him back to a reality he hadn't noticed he'd left. All these hours fighting his body's natural desire to rest were going to catch up to him. That was not the first time he'd spaced out today; but he was upright and wide awake the moment he caught the smell of perfume. There, that was it
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Dora lived on the far side of Diagon. She made her way down the streets, walking as cool as a cucumber, hardly believing that anyone would suspect her. She'd been Oliver's biggest fan, but she did not think that many people could recognize her. Now that she kept her Quaffle earrings off, she was hardly conspicious. Just another woman with a bag of groceries, going to a run down flat.
No one paid attention to her. No one really cared. But Oliver would. He would. Oh, he would. She giggled as she walked quickly down the path, not noticing the man following her. She turned a corner and began walking farther, whistling to herself. Maybe Wini would be behaved enough so that Dora didn't have ot keep force feeding her that sleeping draught.... Oh! She'd have to buy more potion supplies. Perhaps after she'd checked on Winifred... Precious Winifred... His -- no, theirWinifred
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He stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She was already half a flight up, and now he needed to regroup.
She'd turned and looked at him-directly at him-and he'd kept his pace, turning his slightly to feign staring off in some other direction. But he wasn't sure if she had fallen for it; not yet, anyway. Still, she wasn't rushing up the steps.
He counted the next half-flight.
He was nuts, tailing some woman he didn't know, with the hopes that her perfume was the very same used to spray her letters. It hadn't been the first tactic on the list when he'd decided how to approach the woman, should he actually find her. But being straight with her would not have worked; what would he say? He could ask questions about Wini, but she could lie, and nothing would be accomplished. He needed to get close; he needed to see her with the girl
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Dora reached the door of her apartment, and she could hear the creaking noise of someone coming up the stairs. Her heart started beating fast, fast, faster. Was it just a neighbor? Was it someone following her? Was it that man from before?
With one hand on her doorknob, and the other trying to hold the groceries, Dora couldn't reach her wand. She dropped the bags to find her wand in her purse, gripping the stubby wood tightly in her hands, just in case. She could hear muffled cries behind the door and knew that her silencing wards were wearing off, just as the potion obviously had worn off Wini.
Well, nothing's more suspicious than pulling a wand on a total stranger. It either means you're incredibly paranoid, or you have something to hide.
So Perry was on his guard when he reached the sixth floor and, striding toward the woman, realized she had her wand out and ready. Her posture was tense, on the defensive. It was his impulse to grab his wand as well, but instead he slowed his steps (though did not stop his advance) and held up his hands. He'd have to be ready to dodge if she attacked him.
"Wait, miss... I didn't mean to startle you. I was hoping you could help me?"
Great, now he had to think of what he needed help with. He really should have thought out this dialogue beforehand. In the meantime, he tried to close as much distance as he could between them. He had to keep her talking, long enough to find out something useful or to get a glimpse inside her apartment. Thank goodness for keen hearing... within the walls of her apartment he could distinctly hear a voice. A child's voice
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"What... What do you need help with?" she said cautiously. Wini was making noise in the background. She needed to get in there and silence her somehow. Damnit. She gripped her wand tighter, but made her best effort at a pleasent smile. "How can I help you, sir?" she asked. She was wary. There was something wrong about this man coming up 6 flights of stairs to ask her for help.
Perry didn't answer right away; he was keeping his steps, and his responses slow, and his eyes were trying to keep up with her facial expression and her wand at the same time. One hand stayed up, placatingly... the other he moved into his pocket.
"I'll tell you if you put the wand down, miss." Just another few steps would put him in reach of the door. He could hear the movement within a little better, and sense the young woman's apprehension. Both helped to trigger his adrenalin.
He fixed her with a serious gaze and nodded toward the door. "How about we step inside and talk properly?"
Within his pocket, his fingers curled around the handle of his wand.
"You -- You better just go," she said quickly. "I don't allow gentleman callers." Taking a gulping breath, she moved her wand quickly, trying to cast the bat-bogey hex on him.
Not that Perry had time to dwell on it. It was a few tight seconds of spying the movement of a wand, then ducking out of the way when the incantation was spoken. His wand was out and shooting off a full body bind before his attacker had a chance to retreat.
Now there was time to think.
The bat-bogey hex. He hated the bat-bogey hex (nevermind that it was absolutely hilarious when used on other people). The fact that she'd chosen that spell against him caused some annoyance; he liked her even less for that than deciding to try and hex him at all
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Remus had decided to cancel his office hours for the evening. Having such a crazed start to his week, and throwing in the pushing of his limits so soon after the transformation and the subsequent crash when the strengthening potions wore off after, had left him feeling a day late and a galleon short ever since. Instead, he thought he'd skip dinner that night and settle in with his marking in his quarters where he could at least relax a bit without worry of interruption. With all the chaos and searching for Wini, he hadn't had much of a chance to check in with Bill and Fleur to see how they weathered this last moon and he was worried over the length of time their separation was stretching into.
To that end, he flipped open his journal, intending to scrawl a quick missive to Fleur. Instead, his attention was immediately drawn by the entry from Perry.
He'd found Wini!But, they were in Diagon Alley? The sun had set a short time ago. If anyone were to find Perry with a kidnapped child after curfew
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Severus was scarcely two paces behind Remus the entire way. He'd known it was Remus because no one else (except Minerva, of course) could burst through his floo without Severus dropping significant wards. When they had started... er... seeing? each other - It was starting to be annoying not to know what to call their... association
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The moment Perry heard footsteps in the hall he was on his feet, wand still in hand, Wini in the opposite arm. But when Remus entered he relaxed slightly. He didn't need to check that either he or Snape were who they appeared to be; his sense of smell was still keen enough to decide for him.
He'd never been so relieved to see Remus and Snape. But he wasn't admitting that. He was just glad to see it was them and not... well, anyone else, really. The last thing he wanted was for an Auror to catch him out after sunset. He closed some distance between them, glancing out the door briefly, listening for any other movement. And he adjusted Wini in his arms... perfectly aware of how he must look, Peregrin Derrick, holding a little girl so protectively.
"There's your culprit," Perry said in a low voice, nodding toward the frozen Dora. "She's been stalking Wood, sounds like. I found the girl in here, but I think she's on something
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much of a witch, and she had never had enough skill to work in the Ministry,
or the desire to work among other magical folk where she'd be looked down on
for her less than brilliant abilities. Instead, she worked at a muggle
supermarket. It paid enough, and she could work in London and live in
Diagon, keeping herself a part of the magical world that she wanted to be
more fully a part of.
Her arms were full of groceries. More kids sort of stuff. It had been
brilliant -- the god of luck had smiled on her when her late night
spying on Oliver's cottage had yielded the best prize ever.
WINIWho would have thought that she'd just come walking outside? It was as ( ... )
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walking as cool as a cucumber, hardly believing that anyone would suspect
her. She'd been Oliver's biggest fan, but she did not think that many
people could recognize her. Now that she kept her Quaffle earrings off, she
was hardly conspicious. Just another woman with a bag of groceries, going
to a run down flat.
No one paid attention to her. No one really cared. But Oliver would. He
would. Oh, he would. She giggled as she walked quickly down the path, not
noticing the man following her. She turned a corner and began walking
farther, whistling to herself. Maybe Wini would be behaved enough so that
Dora didn't have ot keep force feeding her that sleeping draught....
Oh! She'd have to buy more potion supplies. Perhaps after she'd
checked on Winifred... Precious Winifred... His -- no, theirWinifred ( ... )
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She'd turned and looked at him-directly at him-and he'd kept his pace, turning his slightly to feign staring off in some other direction. But he wasn't sure if she had fallen for it; not yet, anyway. Still, she wasn't rushing up the steps.
He counted the next half-flight.
He was nuts, tailing some woman he didn't know, with the hopes that her perfume was the very same used to spray her letters. It hadn't been the first tactic on the list when he'd decided how to approach the woman, should he actually find her. But being straight with her would not have worked; what would he say? He could ask questions about Wini, but she could lie, and nothing would be accomplished. He needed to get close; he needed to see her with the girl ( ... )
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With one hand on her doorknob, and the other trying to hold the groceries, Dora couldn't reach her wand. She dropped the bags to find her wand in her purse, gripping the stubby wood tightly in her hands, just in case. She could hear muffled cries behind the door and knew that her silencing wards were wearing off, just as the potion obviously had worn off Wini.
She stood, ready to try and defend herself.
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So Perry was on his guard when he reached the sixth floor and, striding toward the woman, realized she had her wand out and ready. Her posture was tense, on the defensive. It was his impulse to grab his wand as well, but instead he slowed his steps (though did not stop his advance) and held up his hands. He'd have to be ready to dodge if she attacked him.
"Wait, miss... I didn't mean to startle you. I was hoping you could help me?"
Great, now he had to think of what he needed help with. He really should have thought out this dialogue beforehand. In the meantime, he tried to close as much distance as he could between them. He had to keep her talking, long enough to find out something useful or to get a glimpse inside her apartment. Thank goodness for keen hearing... within the walls of her apartment he could distinctly hear a voice. A child's voice ( ... )
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"I'll tell you if you put the wand down, miss." Just another few steps would put him in reach of the door. He could hear the movement within a little better, and sense the young woman's apprehension. Both helped to trigger his adrenalin.
He fixed her with a serious gaze and nodded toward the door. "How about we step inside and talk properly?"
Within his pocket, his fingers curled around the handle of his wand.
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Too bad Dora was a terrible witch.
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Not that Perry had time to dwell on it. It was a few tight seconds of spying the movement of a wand, then ducking out of the way when the incantation was spoken. His wand was out and shooting off a full body bind before his attacker had a chance to retreat.
Now there was time to think.
The bat-bogey hex. He hated the bat-bogey hex (nevermind that it was absolutely hilarious when used on other people). The fact that she'd chosen that spell against him caused some annoyance; he liked her even less for that than deciding to try and hex him at all ( ... )
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To that end, he flipped open his journal, intending to scrawl a quick missive to Fleur. Instead, his attention was immediately drawn by the entry from Perry.
He'd found Wini!But, they were in Diagon Alley? The sun had set a short time ago. If anyone were to find Perry with a kidnapped child after curfew ( ... )
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He'd never been so relieved to see Remus and Snape. But he wasn't admitting that. He was just glad to see it was them and not... well, anyone else, really. The last thing he wanted was for an Auror to catch him out after sunset. He closed some distance between them, glancing out the door briefly, listening for any other movement. And he adjusted Wini in his arms... perfectly aware of how he must look, Peregrin Derrick, holding a little girl so protectively.
"There's your culprit," Perry said in a low voice, nodding toward the frozen Dora. "She's been stalking Wood, sounds like. I found the girl in here, but I think she's on something ( ... )
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