[5:02pm]
The wall juddered against Alecto's back and brick dust drifted down from on high. The fun had suddenly left the afternoon. Fucking trigger-happy aurors, always going where they were definitely not wanted. A glance back up the hill showed flashes of unearthly glow suggesting where Alecto's cronies could be found, and she felt a sudden, burning wish to be in their company.
And then she looked up at the ivy crawling across the wall above her head, holding the hood on. With a smirk, she lifted her wand and took a small step away from the wall. A quick locomotor arboreo and a little bit of a diverso, and voila, one angrily-waving ivy vine. With a little giggle behind her mask, Alecto ducked down beneath its grasping leaves. She lunged back around the corner just enough to fling an Impedimentia, and then took off at a flat sprint up the hill, looking for all the world like a silver-faced crow trying desperately (and failing) to claw its way into the air.