Who: Hannah Abbott, Adrian Pucey, and Rodolphus Lestrange Where: Hannah’s flat. What: Stuff like Hannah getting kidnaped.
Hannah rubbed her eyes tiredly with one hand while she searched through her purse to find the key to her flat with the other. The keys were a new thing. Normally, she would just use a locking charm that was personalized to her flat. However, since her magic had all but disappeared, she had been forced to turn to the inconvenient use of jingling mental in her pocket that of which she seemed to lose at least once a day. She missed being able to use magic, but the Healers couldn’t seem to find the source of the problem, even after she had been forced to endure an afternoon of testing. She was trying not to worry about it. Too much anyway.
Finally, after what seemed to have been an eternity of searching, Hannah’s fingers latched onto the key deep within her purse. Letting out a sigh of relief, she pushed the key into the lock, and after much fiddling and a frustrated stomp of her foot, the blonde was able to push the door open. Looking forward to a nice cup of tea after what had been a long day, Hannah turned on the lights, threw her purse and jacket onto the back of her sofa, and moved towards the kitchen. It was just after she turned on the second light that the former Hufflepuff felt, or rather thought she had heard something. Stopping dead in her tracks, Hannah turned and looked around with wide eyes.
“Hello?” she called out hesitantly, her hand automatically reaching for her wand. Not seeing anything at first, Hannah shrugged, simply blaming it on her imagination.