Three of a Kind Prelude
It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live
We could have all been killed!
Harry Potter!
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies,
For his own good
For the greater good
We must move!
Fwt! the bushes and trees rustle as something fast leaps through them, it was a dark and foggy night, the full moon hangs in the edges of the sky, moonlight is not enough to see what goes on in the Dark Forest. A hooded figure pushes through anyway, just running straight ahead. After it was a few more fast moving figures, from their silhouette, they seem to be riding brooms. A few were chasing using feet however they disappeared with a loud swooshing sound and reappear with another swoosh to disappear ahead again.
"Find her!" one exclaims from the back as dogs started barking after them.
The woman running yelps a little when she felt a tug at her cloak, a canis, a small, rabid-looking wolf with no eyes bites at her hem. She lifted something from inside her cloak before looking back at it's pack. Stupefy! a bolt of yellow bursts into the pack and they immediately froze, letting her run free.
Turns out that she was running faster than humanly possible because the broomstick riders behind her still hasn't catch up to her. She had to skid to a stop though before she could fall of a cliff. She quickly changes course and runs through another forest easily before reaching a town near a port. She groans however seeing as the port is closed, there is no way for her to leave this country.
She turns but heard a loud pop, she bites her lips before going into town, she walks pass the tavern and a few houses. Out of better judgement, she found a house that had lights still on and climb into an open window.
Talpamutatio she disappears into the walls.
Outside, there are still people seemingly looking for her, no one is on their brooms anymore though. They were searching for her the whole morning.
"Be careful would you?" a plump man with a dark blue suit and a cane pokes the box despite telling the worker to be careful with it." My wife will be expecting these," he grumbles and then under his breath," muggles," before walking away from the confused looking worker.
Toujou, a woman with sharp looking features, her brown irises reflects her narrowed expression her jet black hair tied into a traditional bun, the head auror recognizes him as Mr Prilline, from Canada. So in this port it doesn't seem that odd many colorful people were here. Ki very doubtfully thinks that she'll be welcomed here, looking like a maiko.
"What should we do Professor?" another woman, with hazel brown eyes and brown hair tied to the side in a ponytail, small features with slightly pointed ears asks, she seem a little too feeble to be an auror.
"Stop calling me that Achikita, you're going to call me ma'am," she cooes a little venomously, Michelle hastily nods as Toujou waves for the rest to leave. Boots echoes through and out of the port.
An invisible woman looks at them, making sure they are far enough, slips into a boat, ready to leave for Britain.We could have all been killed!
Harry Potter!
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies,
For his own good
For the greater good
We must move!
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