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Jun 13 08 1:50 PM
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It wasn't entirely surprising that someone would follow her here, the illegal use of a Portkey, while faster, didn't really leave much room to the imagination about the nature of her activities here. She knew by now that planning ahead, while it cleared the way and made evident the path one was required to take, was not necessarily guarantee for things to work out as they were intended. If she was here, spying on someone or looking collect certain artifacts without creating too much of a ruckus, odds were really more in favour of a ruckus being created anyway. Life, the universe and everything in general appeared to work like that, and Murphy and/or his more nationalistic counterpart, whose words she had found far, far more genuine than old Greek sods sitting around contemplating the concentric nature of the universe. Perhaps the universe was concentric, but it didn't change that in the event that one foresaw everything and made clear plans, some stupid detail turned up at the last moment and tripped you up. It was thus just better to expect the predictable and unpredictable and take things as it came.
It was the more cheerful Death Eater philosophy.
Alannah shook herself mentally, reminding herself not to so frivolous, and waited. The prospect of a duel did not cheer her, though for some reason her senses felt heightened. This night, she somehow knew, was not for murder. It was perhaps a testament to how completely buggered up her life was that this thought brought her genuine relief and satisfaction. Not that in the event that it became necessary she would hesitate, but it was still a boosting thought that kept her mind clear as she waited to get a sense of her opponent. He was, in the very least, not lacking intuition and plain common sense that were so much of an asset in the battlefield; her move had not been wasted on him.
But he was also going to turn out to be extremely impatient, something she could use to her advantage. What was even more to her advantage was that he was going to turn out to be familiar. So familiar that the scent still clinging to her shirt underneath the cloak and hood would in fact be his smell.
"Are you gonna stay in the bleeding shadows all damn night?"
Alannah froze. Seven years of exercising the strongest self control did not prevent her from mouthing a very rude and uncreative expletive, and the closing her eyes for a brief moment to keep the blood from draining out of her head entirely. Seven years of practicing careful decision did not leave her with the ability to know what to do; or at least not immediately. Wolfe. Of all... bloody... Auror trainees in the damn department, Wolfe. Well, that was...perhaps standing in the shadows contemplating how to best hex her boyfriend was not best described as "awkward", but it was the only word she could conjure as she hurriedly checked to make sure her hood was in place, dragging up the dark scarf she'd wrapped around her neck to cover her nose down. And then took several deep breaths to calm herself, conjure up some sort of detachment.
What followed was an equally inappropriate desire to tell him that his opponent now knew his principle problem with having the worst sense of patience ever, but then he had to have realised that he'd given away his location. Alannah waited a few moments, pondering just trying to leave, but Wolfe was aware of sound and movement, even if Charms had never been his strongest suit. She didn't want to duel him, not in the least - just obstruct and delay, which didn't necessarily involve confrontation. A distraction then. Any magic would alert the Potionsmaker anyway, so once that was done, it eliminated the benefits of cautious approach to his home. Which in the very least meant she could Apparate near his residence and tackle any wards and whatever the hell followed. Gritting her teeth, she pointed her wand to a bush in a spot somewhere in between her and Wolfe.
About a moment later, it burst into a very cheerful Christmas carol. Corpus Rete! she cast the Body Net Hex towards Wolfe, but without waiting to see if it worked, twisted and Apparated from the spot, to a spot several feet away from Tremlyn's known residence, and ducked into the shadow by the house, evaluating the house.
A small shiver of the air by the door indicated that at least his door was warded. Finite! she cast, working quickly through wards, casting around for others and wondering how long it would take for Wolfe to work it out and follow her here. Something made a sound in the general vicinity and she turned, an agitated, slightly angry NOX! forcing the block into darkness. Only too late realising that she had completely killed her own vision as well and had only vague idea of where the sound had come from.
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