selcouth // h. granger

◤vagary◢

va-gar-y /ˈvāɡərē/
noun
an unpredictable instance, a wandering journey; a wild, whimsical, or unusual idea, desire, or action

A/N: two words: detective Elara

☠︎~~~☠︎

-questions for you, darling

if either of us left
would you come back?

I hope you would
you're the one for me

I've fallen so hard for you that
rock bottom has never felt better

am I the same to you?

do you feel the same for me?

☠︎~~~☠︎

Elara's mind was racing with possibilities. Would it be possible to apparate directly to them? To her? If she thought hard enough, could she?

Spells were still flying and curses being sent in all directions, people running and screaming and all Elara could think for a few moments was to get out of there. But, what if Hermione came back? A small sense of hope filled her chest that maybe they'd realize she hadn't made it and would come back for her.

She waited. Just for a moment, blocking spells and sending a few as she did so, yet no one appeared.

Feeling utterly defeated as she went back to her first instinct, Elara thought as hard as she could on a certain house in England before disapparating; the feeling of her lungs being squeezed and being pressed into a tube consumed her. 

Her feet touched cement, the landing so hard that she nearly stumbled, and the fact that she was still in high heels was not helping. She looked around hastily, quickly finding that she had miscalculated a small bit, probably due to the panic, and had landed in the middle of a four-way road. Thankfully, after years of living in the neighborhood, she recognized where she was and quickly darted down the street ahead of her.

There was no time to think. She had to get inside, get more resources, and head back out. With only her wand with her, as Hermione packed everything the previous morning just in case, she needed to take the last of the things she had left at the house and get moving. She had to find Hermione, Harry, and Ron. She had promised to keep Hermione safe, and she couldn't even do that...

Knocking on the door a few times to make sure they heard it, Elara crossed her arms to warm her skin from the chilly air of the approaching night. She was beginning to question where to start looking for the trio of the Gryffindors when something colder than her own skin brushed against her arm, and she glanced down- the bracelet. She could use that to ask Hermione where she was!

Scrambling to get open the emerald open, Elara's heart sunk to the pit of her stomach. The emerald had been pushed in, and when she tapped the holder to reveal the mirror, which had been shattered into pieces. There were too many pieces missing to be repaired. That must've happened when she ran into the table, and that must've been that glass she heard break. Shit.

Elara sighed deeply, using her finger to smooth off the remainders of the mirror from the gold, pricking her finger as she did so. She pressed the opposite smaller emerald, feeling her own skin heat up. She hoped Hermione felt it too and that she was okay, despite her slowly gathering anger at the trio for leaving her at the attack scene and not coming back.

There was absolutely no way of contacting them now, as anything else could possibly get their location leaked to someone untrustworthy. She could feel tears threatening to spill with panic, but she focused on the house in front of her instead. Questions racked her mind at a rapid rate: Where were they? Where should she start to look for them? Should she go back to the Burrow to help? Salazar... Adelaide didn't have her Apparition license... was she okay? Was everyone okay?