Love, Hunt Me Down

[Clare Romilly]

Perhaps she ought not to have wandered so far- she’d gotten a maid to take her on a walk around the outskirts of town, when she’d seen a collection of beautiful wildflowers she’d thought she might present to Will- and then before she’d known it she could no longer see the road, the maid, or where the road might even be.

Still- it was a nice enough day that she wasn’t that worried- it wasn’t dark, and it wasn’t cold, per say, and she did love being out in nature.

After the best part of half an hour or so, she stumbled across a small ravine that Clare then scrambled up, to be faced with a very pretty clearing. She paused to add a few more wildflowers to the bundle she was carrying, before hearing a crack behind her.

[Belinda Bellamy]

She shouldn’t have been there. In the part of the woods that was closer to the larger of the towns- Hogsmeade, she recalled- there was another blonde girl.

Belinda’s first instinct was to leave her alone, but she had already seen her.

As the escaped convict raised her wand, the girl began protesting in a tongue that Belinda didn’t know, and began screaming. She couldn’t have that.

A knock-back jinx sent the other girl flying into a tree with a resounding crack. Belinda held her breath before crossing over to her on light feet, hand trembling a little. The stranger’s neck lolled uselessly as she half carried- half dragged the body to the edge of the ravine, and toppled it over.

The girl needn’t have died, Belinda told herself- but she needn’t have gone to Azkaban.