WHO: Verity Weasley & Trevor Scabior WHAT: Verity's upset and seeks comfort from her favourite cousin WHERE: Trev's house WHEN: after this WARNING/RATING/STATUS: cursing probably, lots of tears definitely/PG13?/Ongoing
Brushing away tears, Verity took a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she walked away from Angelina's flat. Knockturn was out, she couldn't go wandering around there when Alicia had just been kidnapped. It was late enough that Trevor might not be there, she couldn't count that he'd happen along to protect her. His house, well his parent's house really, was the only other option she had.
She closed her eyes and spun in place, against her judgement, just wanting to be away from Fred at that moment. She'd spent plenty of time at the Scabior manor when she was younger, but hadn't been there in many years. Popping into existence, she found it hadn't changed much and wrapped her sweater around herself, making her way up the driveway to the front door.
She didn't hear the guard behind her until it was too late, a slight crunching step, dislodging of the gravel on the driveway and she spun around, heart in her throat. Only halfway through the turn, the spell hit her and she crumpled, unconscious, to the cold ground.