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It had been a relatively short journey to this city in Canada. Apparating was something so useful, that Leah considered riding a broomstick to her destination, a brief childhood memory. Acelin and her had arrived yesterday, and quickly settled into Last Stay Hotel, not at all pleased with the accommodations. Acelin, it seemed had higher tastes than many others. The room was pleasant enough, with two twin beds pushed against each opposite wall, and a small muggle TV upon a dresser in front of the room. She had lived in worse places than this, growing up and was satisfied that the sheets were at least fresh.
She hadn't had much time to consider what her mission consisted of. All she knew to do was to capture Abraxon Le'Creigh and drag him back to New Zealand, whether he wished to go or not. The details were not completely known, but it was obvious it was important to fetch this boy.
They had spent the night, sleeping fitfully and the next morning were completely unaware of what had happened in the streets below. Acelin had left earlier that morning to do something that Leah had not asked about, and she was left in the room alone. Her hands absent mindly twirled a small photograph of Abraxon which would be used to show random muggles in better hopes of finding him quicker. She had studied the picture many times, imprinting the image in her mind so she would know him just by the briefest glimpse around the corner. He was young, although not very much younger than Leah, only by a year or so. Yet, his photo showed the childhood innocence plastered on his face. The slight smile showing himself as timid, and the eyes that conveyed much sadness. He was a handsome youth, but Leah could only see him as a young boy... a runaway that needed to be carted back to his family.
Feeling bored, Leah flipped on the TV quickly changing it to the news channel. She disliked muggles, but the technology that had created never failed to fascinate her. The horrible things that happened in the muggle world interested her, because sometimes Death Eaters were behind that very news story. The one on now was something about a young man being seen to kill a woman... or to be suspected of killing. Footage from a security camera showed him jumping upon his motorcycle and racing away. Leah let out a little gasp of surprise when the youth turned to look back, for she captured the image of his face immediately. Abraxon Le'Creigh. He was closer than she thought. For all of this had happened right outside in the street.
Ironic. It had to be fate that led them to him. But now that he was on the run, where would he be going? She would have to go after him... quickly. Not much time had passed since this had happened, and now muggles were in chaos... panic. She took note of the direction he was headed, and stood grabbing her wand, and stuffing the photo in her pocket. She would apparate north, and hope to cut him off mid run.
Leah turned and apparated with a pop landing in an alleyway beside a street.
She hadn't had much time to consider what her mission consisted of. All she knew to do was to capture Abraxon Le'Creigh and drag him back to New Zealand, whether he wished to go or not. The details were not completely known, but it was obvious it was important to fetch this boy.
They had spent the night, sleeping fitfully and the next morning were completely unaware of what had happened in the streets below. Acelin had left earlier that morning to do something that Leah had not asked about, and she was left in the room alone. Her hands absent mindly twirled a small photograph of Abraxon which would be used to show random muggles in better hopes of finding him quicker. She had studied the picture many times, imprinting the image in her mind so she would know him just by the briefest glimpse around the corner. He was young, although not very much younger than Leah, only by a year or so. Yet, his photo showed the childhood innocence plastered on his face. The slight smile showing himself as timid, and the eyes that conveyed much sadness. He was a handsome youth, but Leah could only see him as a young boy... a runaway that needed to be carted back to his family.
Feeling bored, Leah flipped on the TV quickly changing it to the news channel. She disliked muggles, but the technology that had created never failed to fascinate her. The horrible things that happened in the muggle world interested her, because sometimes Death Eaters were behind that very news story. The one on now was something about a young man being seen to kill a woman... or to be suspected of killing. Footage from a security camera showed him jumping upon his motorcycle and racing away. Leah let out a little gasp of surprise when the youth turned to look back, for she captured the image of his face immediately. Abraxon Le'Creigh. He was closer than she thought. For all of this had happened right outside in the street.
Ironic. It had to be fate that led them to him. But now that he was on the run, where would he be going? She would have to go after him... quickly. Not much time had passed since this had happened, and now muggles were in chaos... panic. She took note of the direction he was headed, and stood grabbing her wand, and stuffing the photo in her pocket. She would apparate north, and hope to cut him off mid run.
Leah turned and apparated with a pop landing in an alleyway beside a street.