Two of Hearts

Escaped

Stone blurs into blue grey sky. Guards in ugly uniforms are replaced by flashes of silver tree bark. Roaring heat morphing to icy cold.

Scorpious and Rose land hard on packed forest floor with a jolt, knees buckling. They stumble forward, feet catching on the top of the hill they landed on, toppling over eachother in a tangle of hair and limbs and loud curses.

They tumble down the hill together, rolling to a bruising stop at the bottom.

They are a mess of limbs. Patchy grass gets in Roses mouth, and her foot is somewhere near Malfoys face.

She yanks her upper body up, practically giving herself whiplash, looking around searching for threats that followed them. She finds none and releases a ragged breath. Panic fades as moments pass and no sign of life stirs the forest but them.

Resting her head on the ground Rose is still for a moment, limbs felling far too heavy.
The body under her stirs, wheezing out a breath.

"Get off me Weasley." Malfoy demands after a few breaths, finally seeming to realize their intertwined position. Rose groans, face down in the grass, voice muffled under her curtain of red curls. "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?"
"I mean I am currently incapable of physical activity of any kind."
"Cmon Weasley your hair is in my bloody mouth."
"So spit it out."

Malfoy growls out another curse.

"I know I'm irresistible really, but try and find strength deep within yourself, and get off of me."
Ros grits her teeth and shoves herself up, smacking the back of her hand across his forehead with a weak 'oops' for good measure.

Bracing herself against a tree trunk, she stands and looks around at her new environment.

Tall bare tree spear up from the brown ground into the watercolor sky. Slivers of peeling grey-ish bark decorate the trees, and the only canopy above them is a mess of thin spiky branches, stripped of leaves. Clouds hang low and wispy, filtering the weak rays of sun.

The scene is dull and colorless and still. No wildlife moves within the trees, though they stretch on for as far as Rose can see in every direction.

Hot breath hits the cold air, leaving white puffs. Her body shakes with every step. She shudders as a gust of wind blows at her tattered dress.

Miles and miles of forest. Miles and miles of danger.

"Malfoy..." Rose says, her voice small; shrinking into herself in the face of the vastness. "Where exactly are we?"
She turns back to him, searching him for an answer, but he says nothing. Lifting himself up so he is laying back, propped up on his elbows, he looks around himself helplessly.
When he finally responds Rose is struck with a jagged bolt of anger.

"I don't know." He murmurs. He spits out the words like they pain him to say.
"What!?" Rose gapes.
Malfoy scoffs defensively, muttering as he lays on the forest floor. "I said I don't know where we are Weasley."
"You aparated us here! How could you not know?"
"I just focused on what I saw outside the cell window!"
"You bloody-"
"Would you rather be back in that place?" He shouts, throwing out his arms, falling back a little as he does so, "Cornered in a dark corridor, thinking you can fight them all off with a few shouts of Petrificus totales?" He raises his voice into a high pitch squeal, mocking her voice.

In an instant Rose is grasping for a wand, offering to show Malfoy a few more not so nice spells she happens to know.

Yet when she reaches for it, nothing is there.

She digs through her dress pockets. Nothing.
She scans the ground around her. Nothing.

Her anger dissolves, leaving exsasperation in its place.