The first thing Cammie noticed were the masks. They were really pretty, engraved with black runes that she'd never seen before, made of something that looked like porcelain. It reminded her of the china her mother had always collected, the plates and tea cups that her mum had spent so much money on only to store them in a display case. She remembered one time, when she was only six years of age, when she took out a tea cup, just to sip from it once and give it a purpose. She dropped it, and it shattered. It was so fragile. And that's how those masks looked: delicate and dainty. But when the disguised figure grabbed her and she tried to scratch his face, her nails only screeched against the sturdy material; it definitely was not like that teacup.
Cammie screamed, her bony fists and tiny feet flailing against the masked figure that had lifted her. The hundreds of wizards in the Great Hall stood, casting spells every which way, but they only seemed to bounce off of an invisible barricade around the swarm of figures. Cammie continued to fruitlessly shriek and flail, only to feel her body stiffen and numb; though she'd never had the curse cast on her previously, she knew she'd been paralyzed. Cammie tried to fight it, she really did, but she felt like her body was just a hunk of wood that she could not control. And not long after, Cammie felt herself being carried away.
The creatures weren't human. Hermione wasn't sure how she knew it, but she could sense it. They were tall, thin figures in hooded black coats. The only visible feature that they possessed was a white mask, inscribed with runes that Hermione knew she knew; though she couldn't place her finger on it, she had seen those runes before, and they turned the skin on her arms into gooseflesh.
Then Hermione noticed something else: the flailing girl in one of the creature's arms.
Cammie.
With that, Hermione was on her feet, as was the rest of the dining hall. Wands out, spells flew from every direction towards the figures. But the spells ricocheted off some sort of invisible shield. The masked figures seemed completely unperturbed, and they turned on heel and vanished. Completely vanished.
They were gone, and they had Cammie.
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