"Trust me, you shouldn't want anyone like me on your back."
"Maybe I don't want anyone like you on my back," His eyes darkened as he stepped closer, confining me tighter into barely any space as my back pressed against the wall.
"Maybe I want you. U...
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE HOUSE CAME INTO VIEW, a sleek black door with a silver door knocker. I could see why it stood out from its general environment—the other houses dipped in dirty browns and layered with snow while this one stood dark, sleek and crooked. There were remnants of snow on it's roof, but scattered, as though there was a charm keeping it from gathering anew every time a blizzard hit or even a slight shower.
Snow crunched under our feet. The street was quaint, and not an another sound was heard in the air except that of an occasional bird and a lone passerby shuffling by, hands taut in their pockets and face buried in the wool scarf around their neck.
The house, though not much to look at, seemed to belong to a proper magical family. A family that held itself apart from the rest of the village, a family that didn't associate. And that was never good news. My family had been similar. My great uncle had made it so that we lived like shadows in the French village I had grown up in. No association with anyone else but our own. I held back a scoff, our own hadn't even been much. We had been trouble, bad news, despite not doing anything to prove so, despite having no other people know of our existence and our forlorn connections.
Having approached the Fischer house, Viktor Krum and I tucked ourselves in the shadow of the nearest alley, overlooking the house from behind the bricked alley wall. His breath was steady next to me and I found myself concentrating on my own, and ultimately destructing the rhythm of it.
"What is the plan?" Krum's voice came, a determined tone as he gazed up at the house, eyes focused and inspecting.
"Plan?" I started, confused. I hadn't really focused on the specifics and decided that we needed a plan.
"Yeah," He narrowed his eyes at me slightly. "We can't just barge in, grab Gregorovitch and disapparate."
I blinked, that actually sounded a decent plan. "Why can't we?"
He scoffed in disbelief. "Lavigne, these Fischers might be dangerous. They expect us. So they must've put up some sort of defense."
I let out a focused breath. He was right. As much as I wanted to just get this rescue mission over with and go forth with my own underlying one, I shouldn't underestimate anyone at this point. Not when threats probably loomed for me in dark corners, in faces of wizard convicts wearing broken prison chains around their necks. But why shouldn't this be easy? When my path afterwards was anything but? Why should this one thing test me, when I didn't even have to do it in the first place?
