layla 'double betrayla' fairbourne (boundless) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-04-10 11:42:00 |
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Time's up, Layla. It wasn’t what Layla had been anticipating, but later she’d have to admit herself she shouldn’t have been surprised. This was smart of the Order, ultimately, to take any choice away from her. Still. That left her very little time, as the Order presumably hoped, to get her things together. She had it mostly together or organized while keeping up the facade in the Fairbourne-Mulciber flat that she wasn’t preparing, but it was scramble, and that wasn’t counting on making sure that her letters went to Thea and Vic as expected, with time delay and— Thea. For whatever their relationship was right now, complex and convoluted, Layla didn’t want to hurt her with abandonment after promising to have her back. Vic. The thought of Vic brought her up short, bag slung over her shoulder as she prepared to leave. Now, of all times, was the worst time to leave her friend who desperately needed her right now in the wake of Keats’ death. The guilt threatened to claw its way down her throat and paralyze her, but she shook her head, and grasped her wand firmly in her hand so hard that her knuckles turned white. With a swish she apparated out of the flat with a pop. She’d betrayed her long-term friends already. She could betray her Death Eater ones now. The first location was deserted. Somewhere… well, she didn’t know, really. Somewhere North, Moorland, that was about what she could gather. The wind whipped up and stung her face while blowing her hair into a trail behind her. Looking around for even the briefest of moments, Layla could only presume it was deserted or people were well hidden. She went to check her phone just to make sure there were no further instructions of what she was supposed to do here before moving on. Nothing. Two more to go. The second location was a sparsely wooded area off in the middle of nowhere. The underbrush was damp either with dew or from rainfall, and her sneakers squished into the ground. Layla couldn’t see much of anything — there were too many places to conceal oneself. A red flash heralding a stunning spell from cast from the far edge of her peripheral vision caught Layla flat-footed, even with wand in-hand. A second and potentially third or more from opposite directions flashed. There was no time to react even with her wand still in hand from apparating, she hadn’t been expecting anything at the second of three coordinates. She toppled over, unconscious, and her days as a servant of the Dark Lord were finally, blessedly over. |