The Shopping Spree Begins
Moonette heard the door to her beach house creak open and then click closed. Was it six o’clock already? She glanced at the clock, then quickly took her arm and swept the several miniature silver credit cards off of her desk top and into the top drawer before....
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Megan woke with a smile on her lips, feeling deliciously well rested. The smile froze a moment later, when she remembered where she was: a shack in the heart of the Enchanted Forest. She was the prisoner of a gang of thugs, the innovent victim of some vendetta between two men.
One of those men was currently snoring heartily on the floor. She shook his shoulder, but he only muttered something and caught her hand.
That did it! Megan swung her leg and kicked him - hard!
"Ouch!" Rolf sat upright and massaged his shins. "Why the bloody hell did you do that? I was having such a nice dream."
"I bet you were," Megan smirked, glancing down. She blushed and quickly gazed over his shoulder, but Rolf had caught her embarrassment.
"We could continue the dream, if you'd like," he waggled his eyebrows lewdly. "Since fate has brought us together, why not... explore the avenues now opening?" Interesting! Megan was turning a deep shade of red, and he decided that being imprisoned with the woman had its advantages. He was going to have fun teasing her for a while, until Attila showed up.
He was therefore shocked when, rather than hiding her face behind her hands, Megan snorted.
"Fate, is it? Is that what you call your ineptitude?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You ran into a dead end alley to escape."
"So did you! And I, unlike you, can Apparate." Sort of.
"Then why don't you Apparate us out of here?"
That stunned him into silence momentarily, before he remembered. "I can't Apparate without a wand, and they took it." There, it was a solid reason. Bloody woman didn't have to know about his... shortcomings.
"U-huh," Megan regarded him shrewdly. "Well, then, we should be looking for Muggle means to escape, hero! Let's start methodically."
"Don't worry. I'll get us out of here. All we have to do is wait for the right opportunity."
"You plan to wing this?" She sounded down right incredulous.
"Hey, take it easy. I know Attila, and sooner or later he'll make a mistake. I've run into him many times before, and always came out on top." And if he sounded smug, it was justifiable, after all.
Megan was having none of it. "I'm not putting my safety in the hands of your... spur-of-the-moment inspiration, hero! We need a plan. Now," she dusted her hands, "if we can get a wand from them, I assume you can take it from there? Make me a Portkey or something?"
There it was again, the shrewd look. Rolf growled. "How do you know so much about magical travel, anyway?"
"I read," she shrugged. "We should explore the hut first, then devise a couple of traps around the door."
For the next hour, Rolf felt like strangling her. He crawled around the base of the walls, he walked with her on his shoulders while she examined the roof (and got another kick in his shins when his fingers closed around one of her numerous ski bruises), and listened to an incessant stream of bloody logical suggestions. He had to admit - very reluctantly - that Megan made a lot of sense. She proposed many of the tricks he himself had used before - but did she have to be so bossy while doing it? He missed Luna.
She ordered him to talk about Attila: she had a right to know, she said. So he told her about the smuggling business, and Luna's passion to protect endangered animals and plants. Megan approved heartily. Of course! The woman was nothing like Luna, but she had to agree with her on this, the reason that had changed his life. He had been minding his own business before Luna had forced him to grow a conscience.
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