Who: Nadia & Open to someone in Tinworth What: Escape Where: The boarders of town When: Sunday evening, April 1st Rating: Medium for splinching
It had only been eight days since the party, but to Nadia, it felt like an eternity. It wasn't as though the individuals at the Ministry had been cruel to her, no, the citizens themselves had been far worse in that regard. But the constant questioning, and taking away her freedom and right to make her own decisions was nothing less than barbaric. And while Nadia conveniently forgot the way her own adoptive father had taken away her choices early on, when she first started living in his home, none of that mattered now. She had finally found happiness with a family, and had managed to get over the loss of her own biological parents. The ones who she hadn't heard from in over four years. The ones for all intents and purposes, were dead to her.
For a long while Nadia had wanted to die. Hell, she had attempted to kill herself twice when in Lucinda Yaxley's grasp. But she hadn't felt like that in so long. Being with Evan and Sienna, and Gabi and everyone else in Tinworth pushed those feelings of depression and hopelessness far to the recesses of her mind. But now, in the last week, those thoughts had come crawling back in, tempting her to do things she hadn't wanted too in so long. She hated feeling this way, and hated that no one seemed to care. That someone this was better for her. No one really understood, and no one cared to listen. To them, she was just a brainwashed, abused orphan who needed to be retaught in the ways of civility and righteousness.
The attack on the hospital had been a godsend though. While Nadia's heart broke for those she knew were lost, it gave her the rare opportunity of not being the center of attention. She had been taken into a Ministry family's home, and had only been allowed access to her wand under their 'guidance and supervision.' She was a flight risk, after all. And perhaps even a danger to herself or others. Really, the former was more likely than the latter. Nadia had never hurt a fly in her entire life, and she didn't intend to start now. No matter how angry she was, Nadia Shacklebolt simply wasn't that type of person. And she never would be. Her family still loved her for that regardless, even if they weren't the same.
Both Christophe and Natalie had been called away during the battle on Saturday morning and had been scarce ever since. No doubt dealing with the aftermath of the entire situation at the Ministry. They had someone else there watching her, but they were mostly involved in their own affairs, focused on the Prophet or in their journal. Which was fine by Nadia. She had managed to get ahold of her wand, and was spending time formulating a plan. She could only think of one solution at this point, and it was stupid and rash, but she didn't care. She wanted to be home, she wanted to be with her family and get as far away from this place as possible.
Taking a breath she began making her way towards the front door, and managed to get her hand on the handle before the man sitting at the kitchen table caught sight of her. "Hey there, little lass, where do you think you're off too?" he asked with amusement, getting up and reaching for his own wand. Without hesitation, Nadia took off out the front door, hearing a disgruntled shout behind her as she made her way across the lawn. She hadn't even bothered to get shoes or a jacket, knowing it might have given her away too soon. The man chasing her was much faster, and she knew she had one chance and one chance only to do this right. Taking a breath Nadia stopped, focusing hard on where she wanted to go and muttered the words she knew were necessary to make it happen. She felt an unbelievable pressure come down around her as she apparated to outside the wards of Tinworth.
For a brief moment, Nadia could smell the sea air and feel the comfort of familiar surroundings. It had worked... she was home.
But then she felt it. A terrible, horrifying pain ripped through her body as she looked down at her arm and leg. Blood drenched the grass beneath her, and Nadia crumpled in on herself, letting out a piercing, earsplitting scream of anguish.
Her skin was gone... Most of it, anyway. Her entire arm, and parts of her leg raw, exposed sinew and muscle bare to the world around her. In her inexperience, she had left that portion of herself behind.
She continued to scream until her throat was raw, the area surrounding her slick with deep, dark blood. It was hard to remain conscious, and she wanted to slip into the blackness that threatened the corners of her vision. But the pain kept her awake. Alive. She could only pray that someone found her soon. Someone from Tinworth. Someone who could take her home....