Who: Amelia & Terence Higgs What: She's been chased by Wandholders for almost 48 hours and she's drop dead exhausted Where: Terence's flat When: July 3rd, almost the 4th, close to midnight Rating/Warnings: Mentions of violence at least, and then sex. So. High. Status: Complete
After Mia had bolted from Oliver's side, a pair of wandholders had been on her heels. Every time she apparated, everywhere she went, it was as though they were right behind her. After nearly five hours, she had managed to knock out one, but not the second.
There was more dueling, more running, several nasty hexes and falls...
It took nearly 24 hours. And even then, she wasn't certain she was safe. She continued popping around here and there when she had the strength, not daring to return to the safehouses just yet... just in case.
At one point though, she was so drained she collapsed in a muggle alleyway, next to an old pickup truck and a dumpster and fell asleep for a few hours. When she awoke to the sounds of people, she hurried away, realizing then, at some point, she had lost her journal. Without it, there wasn't really a way to get in touch with anyone, and so she slowly began to make her way back, closer to London.
She had to stop a few times though, waves of violent nausea washing over her, which she attributed to pure physical exhaustion and lack of proper nourishment. Eventually dehydration began to set in, and what she could only describe as a monetary lapse of sanity, Mia found herself standing in the dead center of her brother's living room. Sure, there were wards to keep just anyone from popping in, but this was her, after all. And in an instant, she realized the terrible error in judgment she had made, but barely had the energy to do anything about it as she collapsed on his floor.