Post by nadia on Jul 16, 2009 2:05:11 GMT -8
Monday, 20 December 2010
3:17 p.m.
Her heart pounded in her chest, the blood roaring past her pulsing ears, and her chest heaved as she ran, cradling her arm and limping, stumbling here and there in the wet, icy snow. Tears stung her cheek as she made a mad dash for the hedges before stopping a moment to catch her breath. This had to be done. Everyone had to know that Damien was gone. He had left earlier this morning with her to search for her father, but they had been ambushed. It had been dangerously near the wizarding part of town when he had been spotted and nabbed. The attacker had left her with minimal injuries, yelling at her to return and tell everyone else before he changed his mind. And now, Nadia felt like beating herself up for this. If she hadn't mentioned wanting to search for her parents despite knowing it was impossible, then Damien would still be here with her, but he had tried to be nice, said that he would look for her father with her since she didn't have a wand. Yes, he knew the possible outcome, but still, did that make it right? They should never have left the safe house. It was...well, it was safe there.
After a few moments, she rushed through the maze. Damien had always tried to insist people shouldn't memorize the way in, but she was a quick study despite how few times she had been outside of it and the safety of the manor. She rushed through, having to stop at intersections and look around to figure out where she was in the twisting muse before making it through to the door mazes, which she made through quickly, heading straight for the Corporum Building where she figured everyone would be sitting before the fire trying to keep warm in the cold building. It took her a few minutes to reach her destination, and she limped closer, panting as she stared at everyone, struggling not to collapse from the sheer exhaustion of such a run in the bitter cold when she never did such a thing. Finally, she felt like she could speak, but the words sounded foreign and quiet even to her own self. "He..." she began, avoiding eye contact with people as she grasped her injured arm a little tighter, wincing, "he's gone." She paused, daring to look around. "Damien's gone."