Private Message to Harry Marvolo and Padma Patil

[alt_blaise]

I've just got loose after spending all morning captive again. And I'm splinched. Well, they healed it, but it bloody hurts.

Are you even out there? I'm getting conflicting directional signals from the charm, and I'm not bloody well tromping the wrong direction just to get myself caught or killed again. Just tell me where you need me to be, and I'll come.

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[alt_harry]

We're in the swampy area with all the mud. They set up something to make it so we can't use our compasses properly, so that must be messing with your charm too.

They set up loads of new traps, and it's slow going. J is injured, and the package doesn't have a wand and won't use a broom. Maybe if you can get in the air, that could help. Once you get close, let us know. Try to keep a bit of distance so you can let us know in advance if there's an ambush, and maybe pick some of them off while they're trying to get to us. I'll send Daphne to join you once you're in visual distance.

[alt_blaise]

All right, then. I'm not sure how airworthy the broom is after-

I'll do my best to locate you without drawing pursuit. Don't want to lead their airborne straight towards you.

[alt_harry]

Point. Try to keep a low profile. I'd rather you take the first shot than the other way round. And if you do draw attention, try leading them off best you can.

We're so bloody close to being done with this.

I could really use you if you can get here.

Private Message to Padma

[alt_blaise]

I've been through bloody hell. And now I'm meant to fly to the rescue?

I tell you, last night was horrendous. They pelted us with hexed chestnuts: an absolute rain of terror. First it was itching hexes, then swarms of bugs--probably illusionary, but that's hardly material when it's dead of night and you can't sleep for things crawling on you.

And then it was bloody terrifying noises, including the sound and smell of a forest fire rushing up on our encampment--and if that was an illusion, it convinced a huge herd of roe deer, which came burst in on us, trampled our tent and would have killed all of us if they hadn't suddenly veered off up the bank. I'm not exaggerating when I say the whole night was wave after wave of utter terror. And by morning, the whole place was marshy and completely overgrown with stinging nettles.

And after that night, Weasley says our strategy is to Apparate out behind the line of Aurors that had us hemmed in, attack them with disorientation hexes, and then scatter so they'll chase us. Chase us.

Well. Naturally, I splinched. But I expect all things considered, I'd rather have spent this morning in that holding pen than out playing dodge the hexes in the woods.

Is Marvolo serious you're bogged down in mud?

Ugh.