Elle's spell had hit Maggie Pellegrino and the woman's wand had gone flying. However, she didn't dive for it or even seem to be fighting back, and it wasn't until Elle saw her wrap a hand around a rather hideous statuette of a cat playing with yarn that she realized what was about to happen. "Stop! Drop the figurine!">
It glowed a deep blue and Elle launched across the small bedroom, her own fingertips wrapping around the ball of yarn just in time to feel the hook latch behind her belly button and pull her to wherever the Portkey was charmed to go. Bloody hell. She came tumbling out the other end into a dimly lit alley, completely unaware of where she was.
Before she did anything else, Elle turned her wand onto Maggie who was already stumbling away and trying to escape. "Stupefy!" The red light hit the woman square in the back and she crumpled to the ground. Elle leaned against the brick wall, not necessarily out of exhaustion but rather because being tossed around unexpectedly by a Portkey was disconcerting.
A couple walked by the alley and didn't notice the unconcious body or the blonde that stood over it, but their words and their accents came easily down the lane. Elle groaned and looked up to the sky. Wales. Wales? She reached into her robes and pulled out her journal, writing a quick entry to John and charming it to notify her fellow Auror that she was, in fact, all right.
"Wales," she groaned under her breath. How annoying.