The Drage Residence 4

"I hardly think this crappy aluminum roof is going to stop any spell he throws at us," Ford said, still trying to look up out the window. Occasionally, he'd get a glance of someone flying far above them on a broom, but he couldn't get a good look at all.
 
Kale's adrenaline was beginning to rise, he let out an idiotic laugh when Estrella's father had shown anger towards Ford's unfriendly gesture. When Ford had asked to open the window, he was oblivious to what his intentions were to opening it, "Ford...what are you going to do?" Kale gave a mischieveious smile.
 
Bruin turned to Estrella, feeling a little slow on the uptake. "So, we couldn't have stolen just some random van...we had to take your dad's, eh?" Bruin laughed nervously. "Well, at least we won't have to worry about him reporting it stolen!"
 
"First, try and find where he is, so he can't sneak up on us," Ford explained as if this as exciting as watching paint dry, "Second, maybe I'll shoot some spells at him," he paused, "But then again, let's keep the fact that we are magically inclined wait until we can have the element of surprise."
 
"It's not my van," Estrella said coldly, "I don't care what happens to it. But make sure you don't get hurt in the process. I might seriously have to do some killing then."
 
Ford nodded and looked around for a large and heavy object. He found one in the form of a book. He set it on the top of the seat and pointed his wand at it, "Waddiwassi!" The book shot off like a lightening bolt and crashed through the van's rear window, creating a spiderweb effect. The book itself flopped on the street behind them and rolled a few feet before stopping. Ford wrapped his free hand in his robes and smashed the rest of the window out. He looked outside and upwards carefully, and Mr. Drage was flying on his broom above them, keeping pace, but not yet making any moves.
 
Tristan pulled up into the clouds, seeing the boy looking out the window. Why would a muggle kid be looking up? He snarled, then realizing that this particular bunch of kids had to be magical.

Sh1t, he thought, as pain flared up his arm. He was supposed to be at a meeting. But what the hell, he was going to skip it.

It was not easily ignored, however, as it convulsed in his arm, the Dark Mark relentless and excruciating. This time, they weren't going to let him get by without some real pain.

He attempted to hide in the cloud cover, intent on following his stolen vehicle. Pulling back out of the kid's vision, at least he thought, anyways, he descended quietly upon the vehicle, landing upon it with a thunk, the aluminum bending under his heavy form.
 
Kaela looked up with wide, worried eyes as she heard a thunk on the top of the van. She curled up even more, looking toward Ford. "What happened?"
 
"Sh1t!" Estrella yelled, pushing Ford back and rolling up the window. She had heard the noise on the roof, just like the others. It was too heavy to be a spell; it had to be a person. Luckily they weren't on a busy road. "George," she said quietly, "Get this stupid thing to go as fast as it can go."
 
Ford lost the man for a moment before hearing a dull thud on the roof of the van, and cursed quite loudly. "Swerve, George!" He shouted.

((Is George going to be on, or did (s)he want us to godmod her?))

((Apparently godmod, I guess I'll do it))

"Bloody hell," George grimaced as he gunned the van forward and swerved to the right, hopefully knocking the man off the roof, or at least putting him off balance.
 
Tristan grabbed onto the sides of the van intended for luggage, cursing loudly as the van swerved. The pain in his arm was now excruciating; what is making them so angry?

He swore as he flew off the back of the van with an unexpected jolt, luckily grabbing his broom and saving himself, flipping into the air. They weren't going to lose them that easily, however.

Pulling out his wand, he yelled, "Sectumsempra!" at the bottom of the van, hoping to slash the tires.
 
Estrella was now cursing loudly, as the spell deflected off the back of the van, but leaving a visible tear in the metal. If her father kept up with curses like that, they were going to be run off the road.

She looked back, seeing her father, flying low on the broomstick. Behind him were muggle police. "Sh1t, George, turn this thing around 180. He's not going to expect that."
 
Kale watched as the roof caved in, "sh1t!"

The ceiling above his didn't seem to be the safest place to be sitting so he scootched closer to the window seat.

"You guys...we're going to have to think fast.." Kale grimaced, anticipating what was to come next.
 
Bruin pulled himself up to the blown out back window and pointed his wand out at the flying figure. Expelliarmus! he yelled, figuring that the safest type of Death Eater would be one without a wand.

(personally, I'd love to see George jam on the brakes and let daddy dearest fly into the back of the van...that would hurt!)
 
Estrella held on as George swerved the van completely around, rushing at the man on the broomstick head on. For her father's sake, he had better pull up, or he was going to be roadkill.
 
George began to think things were going well when the wizard fell of the roof of the van, a feeling that was short lived. There was a horrible sound as the spell hit the rear of the van. As an immediate reaction, Ford stuck his wand out the broken rear window, "Stupefy!"

Then, George spun the steering wheel as fast and hard as he could and kicked in the parking break, hoping the van was rear wheel drive. Luckily, it was and the back end kicked out almost a full hundred eighty degrees, the tires squealing loudly. As soon as they stopped rotating, George slammed on the accelerator, straight towards the flying wizard.


((Curses you people respond fast. I had to rewrite this entire post. :p))
 
Tristan deflected the two spells, nearly being hit. But he was not expecting the van to be coming at him.

He was nearly squashed as he pulled up on his broom in the nick of time, his feet grazing on the front windshield. Sh1t, that kid's a good driver.

He observed the muggle police behind, and decided that he could leave it up to them, wizards or no. He would get the van back anyway, when they pulled them over. His arm seemingly threatening to burst in the pain from the dark mark, he flew to the ground, into a ditch. Holding his firebolt, he disapparated, removing himself from the situation. He had more important things to do than chasing after kids.

Obviously, he wasn't thinking straight, not having seen his daughter among the group.
 
"Bloody hell, mates," George swore, "This is going to get a mite interesting!" The sirens were getting louder with each passing second, he gunned it forward, best to keep moving.

Ford, from the back could not yet see the cruisers, "Any ideas, poeple?" He inquired, turning to face the others.
 
Bruin tossed some Instant Darkness Powder out the back window and urged George to pull down a laneway, hoping that the police would overshoot their position and let them regroup.
 
"Chickened out, the bastard!" Estrella snarled, having seen her father disapparate. But he wasn't their only problem.

The cars of muggle police were following closely behind, squealing at them to pull over. But they couldn't. There had to be some way to get out of this. If they went just a few more miles, they would be able to escape into woods and fly all the way to Stark Manor. She didn't relish the cold, but dealing with muggle police was not in her agenda. "Keep driving," she hissed. "Don't pay any attention to them."

"We can lose them down the road if we go farther."
 
Hearing the sirens, Kaela sat up and looked out the window at the flashing lights that were coming out behind them. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a portable swamp. She opened the box and threw it out of the broken window into the darkness that Bruin had created.
 
As George hit the brake it was more than unexpected, Kale flew forward nearly hitting his head on the seat in font of him. "I should look up more on my muggle saftey.." he fumed.

The police was behind the van now, Kale began to curse inside unsure of what George was going to decide to do. At Ford's question Kale's eyes widened, "Step on it! How are we going to explain to muggles what we're doing with a 'stolen' vehicle?" he shrugged his shoulders unsure.
 
Bruin pointed his wand at the police cruiser and cast Obscuro!, hoping that a blindfolded police officer might choose to slow down. At this point, using magic against muggle police officers seemed to be the least of their concerns.
 
George put the pedal to the floor, pushing the van to its limit. The engine was roaring underneath the hood. In the rear view mirror, he saw darkness consume everything, then a swamp exploded out of nowhere, "Brilliant!" He smirked and a cruiser flew into the swamp and got stuck there. He dodged into a nearby street at an excruciating speed, the tires squealing under the strain. He gunned down it at full speed, putting as much distance between them and the cops as possible.

Ford, as an extra precaution, threw another portable swamp out the rear, and it exploded behind them.
 
Estrella looked ahead, and could see the lights of more police cars. "We're not going to talk to them," she replied to Kale. "Sh1t, they're serious, aren't they, these nutters?" There was a field to the side of them. If George could make it through the ditch and through the field, they could lose them, hopefully.

"George," she said loudly, "Gun it into that field and don't stop." Hopefully, they wouldn't get hurt. She had survived a car accident once before, while her mother had not, and she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if anyone else went that way. The fact that they were all magical gave them an edge. If they made it through the field, it would also be a shortcut to Windsor.
 
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