Ella had certainly contemplated warding her flat against Terrence, it had seemed like an exceptionally good idea. When it came right down to it, however, she'd decided that the little energy she'd had left was better spent on a run or a hunt or, in this case, both. As such, she'd abandoned her flat and had taken refuge in the forest where she'd be hunting tonight. She'd easily transformed into her animagus form of a white serval and had spent the better part of the evening running away from her own thoughts. The swift pace in her new feline body certainly aided in keeping the thoughts of her human form to a minimum.
When the sun had set and the full moon had risen, Ella had set out on a bloodthirsty hunt and, after too long of finding nothing in the resemblance of wolves not in Fenrir's pack, she'd taken it upon herself to venture outward. If they caught the rogue tonight, all the better, but if they didn't, the beast would at least have a few more lives on his proverbial hands. The first human she'd encountered was undoubtedly Muggle and, as the Muggle was a female, the kill had been quick and bloody yet completely unsatisfying. She wanted more than to merely maim her victims, she wanted to tear them apart, inside and out. And so she'd moved on to the next village, a wizarding village if she remembered correctly, finding a group of drunken blokes congregating in what looked to be the village square. Those four kills had been exponentially more satisfying and the bodies left at the small fountain where she'd found them would leave no doubt in the minds of the villagers that some kind of animal had left destruction in its wake.
As the night wore down to a close, Ella had finally gone home to her flat, but she hadn't transformed back into herself. Instead, she'd leaped to the roof of her building and had taken perch there, not moving but not thinking either. Thanks to her keen sense of hearing in this form, though, Terrence's arrival at her flat had not gone unnoticed. She considered momentarily just staying put, waiting until he left before seeking solace in her own bed. But then she'd hopped down the ledges until she entered the flat through her window, still in serval form.
All four paws on the ground, she arched her her back, bared her teeth and hissed instinctively before a low, angry growl rumbled in her feline throat, fur standing up along her back. And then she was on her hind legs, her fur was disappearing and, finally, she was herself again. She cast Terrence one long, calculating look and, despite her desire to envelop herself in him--in the outfit that drove her so crazy, in the smells that under any other circumstance would have sent her into a frenzy--she did not take another step closer to him.
"Get out," she growled, instead, and turned away from him, a feat that took every bit of her own self-control to accomplish. "Правни отпуск," she added more softly, trying to conceal the pleading tone of her native tongue.