Mòrag is Morally Bankrupt (slyther_claw) wrote in shipsahoy, @ 2016-02-27 21:51:00 |
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Mòrag had not minded the stop in their world. In fact, she loved it, because she was able to procure a few items and make sure she had enough stock to keep experimenting and keep potions being made. Between her and Scorpius, they would be able to keep the ship stocked with useful potions. But she hadn’t had much to start with so now she was filling her bags and prepping for the worst. Which was a much longer stay on that blasted boat. Mòrag had been avoiding going into Knockturn but there was something down there she needed so she sucked it up and went. Unfortunately, not everyone had forgotten Mòrag’s alliances in the war. Mòrag had never born the mark, because she’d been undercover. She’d worked behind the scenes, feeding information and finding her place in the world. She hadn’t risked her life too much, but she had fought, and she had almost been caught a couple of times. Scorpius was in Mungo’s, she’d gone to see him and was pleased to see Chris was there. She figured she’d get things then head out to see him again. Which is why her mind was wandering instead of being focused on her surroundings. Upon exiting Knockturn she was knocked off her feet by a hex, landing hard against a wall as she scrambled to her feet. Wand was out as she adjusted her bag and looked for the attacker. She didn’t see them so she did the smart thing, and ran. She dodged lightly among the people, disappearing down an alleyway in an attempt to find room to flee. She leaned against a wall and sighed, only to scream a few seconds later as a sectumsepera (spelling) spell slashed open her side, blood dripped down as she whipped around and cast a body binding hex on her attacker, letting out a sigh as the man fell to the ground. Her reprieve didn't last long, though, as she was hit with another curse, wincing she turned and cast an unforgivable, the cruitiatus, upon the attacker only to find herself tackled a minute later. She fought like a wild cat, but ended up full body bound herself. She glared at the men holding her. “Girl we know you've been up to no good. Can't prove much, but my father fell to your hand back in the war, I saw it even if no one else believes me” she couldn't react but her mind was racing. She'd changed for the good since then, but to some people, it didn't matter. “But that auror saw you cast an unforgivable, so it doesn't matter anymore.” She was hauled to her her feet and dragged away. Anger seething under the surface, oh they would pay. She’d defended herself, and this was why she ended up on the wrong side of the law, idiots drove her mad. A few hours later saw her thrown into a cell in azkaban. She didn't have a wand but she knew some wandless spells and they hadn't searched her. Nor had they stopped the man from kicking the crap out of her before hand, or tended her wounds. She hurt, was still bleeding and was sporting the raccoon look, among other injuries. Thankfully she had her phone tucked into her bra, and she hurriedly pulled it out. She didn't think it'd work but… maybe just maybe. She figured because it was a strange magic all its own it'd get past the barriers and wards. She tucked herself into a corner and carefully tapped a message out. She wasn’t sure how long it’d work, so even as she sent the message, she began working out a wandless communication spell. She didn’t trust this interesting muggle device to work forever in here. ”So who wants to rescue me from Azkaban?” |