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Who: Tabitha, Fenrir, Daniel, Andrew
Where: Tabbit's house
When: Bedtime, 29 June
What: An arrest

Rating: PG
Status: Just about done



Fenrir looked around the group of werewolves he'd just apparated in and nodded, more to himself than to any of them. This would be their first official act as the Ministry's secret police - arresting a woman called Tabitha MacFusty who was apparently responsible for something anti-government. Or possibly she'd just pissed off the wrong person. Or possibly it was just a random name drawn out of a hat. He didn't particularly care either way really. It gave them a bit of a chance for something violent and fun under official auspices.

"Remember... we want this one alive," he growled. "There'll be chances to kill later on."

He turned to face the house, not waiting for any response. Anyone who disobeyed his orders would find out the consequences of doing such a thing and they wouldn't like it. He would but they wouldn't. But that would be their problem.

"Come on," he grunted as he stalked towards the house. He had his wand in his hand still from the apparition but he didn't put it away. The wards on the house proved to be not worth the while however and he simply ploughed straight through them. They weren't worth spending his time trying to take them down. It wasn't exactly his speciality after all.

Breaking down doors was his speciality however and this one only took two decent kicks to having it slamming open and Fenrir gestured for his werewolves to follow him in. "Police!" he shouted with a feral grin. For once that was actually true.

Tabitha was halfway through her bedtime ritual when she heard the proximity alarms go off. She barely had time to feel afraid before she could hear the crack of her door and then the horrible noise of it exploding inward in a shower of splinters and boards. Ioan was off visiting his parents and she was frozen with terror. "Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin." She ran in a terror to her bedroom, kicking the door shut and locking it as best she was able. "Shite, shite what do I fuck oh my Merlin." She dragged open her drawer and her wand, searching the windows for escape routes, though her first instinct was to fight. She recognised that voice, somewhere in the back of her head, but she couldn't place it with all rational thought driven out of her mind. Police bollocks!! And she waited, wand trained at her bedroom door, waiting for it to fly open.

Andrew had been hiding beside the front door as it had been kicked it in, just in case someone was on the other side waiting to cast some horridly unsporting spell at them without warning. When it became clear that they weren't about to be ambushed right from the start and Fenrir already seemed to be in and motioning for him and Daniel to follow, he took a quick peek around the door-frame before stepping inside the house himself.

'Should we split up to see if anyone is home, or would it be a better idea to look around as a group?' he asked, stifling the urge to ask if they ought to expect a fight or if the arrest was going to be done as civilly and discreetly as possible.

Daniel had spent the last few minutes cowering behind Fenrir and hesitantly joined the other two inside the house after the door had been kicked open. He chanced a glance around the entrance to make sure that no one would leap out at them -- since losing his arm at Hogwarts, he wasn't all that eager to face some one with a wand again. Fortunately, they had Fenrir on their side and Daniel hoped that he'd be able to handle whatever magical things they might encounter.

"Maybe she ain't home," he said, straightening up a bit and relaxing now that the coast seemed clear.

Fenrir lifted his head and breathed in deeply. "Nah, she's here. Scent's too strong and fresh for her not to be." He sniffed the air again then snorted abruptly. He hated most people's homes. Too many strong scents for him. But between what he could smell and what he'd heard when he'd stormed through the door, he knew she was still here.

"Police, Mrs MacFusty," he called, making sure he didn't laugh as he said that.

'If she's here, then it doesn't seem as if she's going to come out on her own,' Andrew said as delicately and politely as he could so that hopefully no one else could overhear them. Where would someone be in a house this late at night? The places that came to mind were either the kitchen to get food, the bathroom to prepare oneself before going to sleep, or she may have already gone to sleep. 'Why don't we check the kitchen first? It's quite likely on this floor anyway, and if there's no one there, then those of us who don't have wands may be able to find something to use when we do find her.'

At the mention of the kitchen, Dan's mind immediately wandered to the very likely presence of sharp knives -- maybe even silver ones -- and he stiffened again involuntarily. "No," he said, furrowing his eyebrows at Andrew. "Haven't you ever seen a film? They always run up the stairs as soon as some one breaks in. That's where we should start." Besides, there were probably pillows up there, which he liked far more than the idea of sharp objects.

Tabitha's wand arm shook as Fenrir called again and though she wanted to believe it was truly the police and that if she came out quietly they might take her to the ministry and Ioan could explain that everything was a horrible mistake, she was sure, sure that it was a lie. Death eaters might say something like police. Anybody. A robber. She wished Ioan was home and that she'd thought to lock herself in a room with a floo. She couldn't even apparate unless she got outside, and she turned to look at the window again, wondering if she could manage to get through it without maiming herself in the fall, and with no one noticing.

Cushioning charm.

Her breath came so quickly she could barely get enough to stay in her lungs long enough for satiation, and Tabitha struggled against the window, managing two inches before it made a high pitched rasp. Shite!! Harder now, faster. She had to get out of here before they made it up the stairs.

Fenrir heard the rasp and ran up the stairs. "Come on," he barked though he didn't wait for the others. It wasn't difficult to work out which room the noise had come from... it was the only closed door. He didn't hesitate, just ran towards the door, relying on his strength and weight and his momentum to carry him through the door.

He burst through in a shower of wood and saw that their target was trying to force the window open. For once he remembered to use magic, probably prompted by the fact he still had his wand in his hand, and he pointed the wand at her and bellowed, "Accio Tabitha MacFusty."

She screamed -- an unfortunate reaction to the increasing proximity in which she found herself to Fenrir Greyback. After fear, however, came survivalism, and she began throwing hexes like her life depended on it -- which she assumed it did. Fire, explosions, knee reversals -- she didn't care which hit him so long as something would get her away from him. But she could hear the sound of more footsteps on the staircase. Help maybe? "HELP. HELP ME!" She screamed.

As before, Andrew had waited to see what would happen first after Fenrir took down the door -- he was the one with the wand and could defend himself the way he and Daniel wouldn't as Muggles, after all, and good leaders were also supposed to lead from the front, right? -- and only had one foot set tentatively on the first step as he listened for any sign of a struggle. Once the girl clearly started screaming and throwing around spells and fake Latin -- and an all too familiar Incendio just barely missed him -- he stepped back; there was no way he was going to be able to get upstairs without being hit with at least several spells he wouldn't be able to deflect.

'Look, we're not going to hurt you if you calm down and co-operate, Mrs MacFusty,' he shouted back as politely as one could when attempting to yell over the sound of curses smashing into the walls and floor. Then raising his voice a little louder and hoping Fenrir would know it was directed at him, 'Is there anything you can go to take away her wand or get here to stop? I don't think Rourke and I can get up there without being hit before we get anywhere near her.' This probably wasn't going to reflect too well on him, but perhaps he could get points for being cautious rather than reckless?

While Fenrir was pleased with himself when he actually remembered to put up a shield that deflected the worst of the silly woman's spells, he still had to do some ducking and dodging that had him snarling. The cowering response from his wolves made him miss Tabitha and Ursula but he'd deal with them later. For now he had something more important to deal with and his initial reaction was to just rush the woman and snap her neck. It would be easier and frankly more fun but he also had his orders and he was willing to abide by those order for now.

He pointed his wand at the woman and growled, "Silencio. Incarcerous. Stupefy. Expelliarmus" hoping that at least one of the spells would connect and give him a chance to close the gap subdue her.

Seeing Fenrir utilize his wand in such a way bolstered Daniel's sense of security and he made a move to continue up the stairs. "We said we're not going to hurt you already," he said, echoing Andrew's earlier statement. He only made it up a few more steps before he stopped again, wary of going any further in case she might still have her wand. "Why don't you try that ropey thing again?" he suggested to Fenrir, as helpfully as he could manage.

Tabitha began crying as she was silencioed, though the noise was obviously stifled by the spell. The incarcerous missed, giving her time to do the only nonverbal spell she'd ever really mastered: ACCIO SILVERWARE. She was stupefied before she had a chance to give it a trajectory, so she just prayed as she slumped into the ground that it would hit someone on the way up. Luckily, she was out cold before she had a chance to hate herself for being so worthless in a combat situation.

As far as Andrew was concerned, Fenrir seemed to be doing well enough for himself without assistance from either him or Rourke -- why he had needed to bring them along in the first place to deal with one pathetic little girl was beyond him -- although on second thought, he really ought to head upstairs and at least make an effort to help so he wouldn't get into too much trouble for seeming to be scared when he really only just wanted to be cautious. As he started running up the stairs two steps at a time however, he noticed the girl was already out before he even made it to the landing -- fuck, he was going to get into so much trouble for failing to do anything before the 'fight' was over, however much of a fight it was not that it had ended before he even got a chance to do anything -- and stared back and forth between her and Fenrir with apprehension as he walked towards them.

'I can go check to see if there's anyone else who might be hiding on --' Was there someone downstairs in the kitchen after all? It sounded as if there was something metal banging around and it was getting louder as he turned around and saw a flash of -- 'Shit, it's silver! Get down!' he shouted, a bit more obscenely than he had intended, but hoping it got the message across without him having to shove Fenrir over himself as he ducked silverware that had come from absolutely nowhere.

Daniel didn't need to be told twice and flattened himself out on the stairs, covering his head with his arm in hopes of deflecting whatever might be coming toward him. Most of the silverware seemed to have gotten thrown off course by banging into other things, but several spoons grazed him and a knife sank into his shoulder. With something of a howl, Daniel reached around to rip it out only to be burned by the silver as he wrapped his hand around it. Recoiling, he covered his hand with his sleeve as quickly as he could and finally removed the knife, leaving his shoulder bleeding and throbbing from the burn of the material. "Bugger me," he said, throwing the knife off the side of the stairs with a snarl. "Let's get out of here."

Fenrir snarled at the girl when she finally collapsed and could only come to the conclusion that it was a hell of a lot easier when he could just kill them. This bringing them in alive thing was for the birds. He was just turning around to say a few pithy words to Daniel and Andrew, who had been next to useless, when he heard Andrew yell about the silver. Unlike the two men, he didn't bother ducking. Instead he just swiped at the pieces of silver cutlery that came flying towards him, knocking them away. He could feel the silver burns from the spoons and forks that hit him on the face and hands but he ignored them or rather he growled low in his chest at them but otherwise ignored them. He'd given himself worse silver burns deliberately in the past with his own little collection of silver items.

"Get up, you two," he snarled. "Grab her and take her downstairs. I want to take a look around and see if I can find out why we were sent to get her. She should be out for a while and if she shows signs of waking up, I'm sure one of you could somehow manage to whack her on the head or tie her up with something." He sneered at them. "If that's not to difficult and won't sully your precious little hands."

He pushed past them, kicking some more silver implements out of the way, as he headed downstairs, looking for a study or something along those lines.

Andrew nearly had one of his moments where he'd forget there was a different sort of social hierarchy within the pack than what he was used to back in the Muggle world, but he shut up before any words he'd end up regretting came out of his mouth. Instead, he muttered a quick, 'Yes, sir' before moving over to where Tabitha was unconscious and carefully picking her up with both arms. 'If it isn't too much trouble, do you think you could look for something to gag and bind her with?' he asked Daniel once Fenrir seemed to have made his way downstairs and was hopefully relatively out of earshot. Hopefully that would make him feel useful if the other werewolf couldn't carry the girl himself when he only had one arm.

Sniggering quietly, Daniel glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Fenrir wasn't standing right behind them or something, then moved to the top of the stairs and bent over the girl. "She's got some shit on her face," he said, wrinkling his nose as he sniffed at her. He gingerly swiped a finger across her cheek and stuck it in his mouth, pondering the flavor of her face cream for a moment before nodding appreciatively. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Taking a second fingerful, he scurried down the hall and ignored the ache in his shoulder as he retrieved bedsheets to bind and gag her. Once she was secured, he helped Andrew carry her as best he could and followed Fenrir down the stairs.