Misha and Hunter/Closed/Narrative
After making sure that the rest of his siblings were safe, Misha had taken off from Gryffindor house, relieved that his position as a teacher gave him the freedom. Other than the expected chaos, things seemed to be going very smoothly, however there was always the risk that the Deatheaters would somehow break the school's wards. Misha trusted the Headmaster, but there were limits. Misha liked to pretend that he wasn't looking for Bella Sorrento, but as he stopped at each house, he kept an eye out for her. He had gone through every part of the castle where students were gathering, before finally ending up in the Hufflepuff common room.
"You have to let me out!"
Misha turned to find a distraught looking Hunter Dale, moving toward the door of the common room. He put up a hand, halting the boy's progress.
"Whoa," he said, trying to use as calm a voice as he could, given that he was out of breath himself.
"No one's supposed to leave. Headmaster's orders."
"You don't understand," Hunter said insistently. He stared down at Misha's hand, clearly debating whether or not he was going to listen to the directive he had been given.
"I need to find my sister! I thought she'd come here, but she's not. I need to find her."
Hunter could feel the fear and dread rising up in him, more sharp and clear than it had even been the night he'd had to secure Fawn in the basement. Then the Deatheaters had been miles away. Now they were just outside the castle's wards. Even worse than that, Hunter could feel the wolf in him, scratching its way toward the surface. The moon was only one night away and he already felt strained.
"Wait," Misha said, quicker than he had meant to. Hunter didn't look like he was in any mood to be messed with and Misha couldn't help but remember the information he had been provided about the boy's new condition.
"Fawn, right? Red hair, freckles? I saw her, maybe a half hour ago. She's fine, Hunter. What you need to do is sit tight. Maybe she has her journal; have you checked?"
"Her journal," Hunter repeated, clinging to the information.
"Yes. I mean, no I haven't. I need to try."
Before Misha could say another word, the boy was out of view.