That night I had another nightmare. Scabior heard me crying from his room and came in to check on me. He had to wake me, and then ntried to calm me down. It took a few minutes, but eventually the tears stopped. before I could go back to sleep, he made me go to the loo, which resulted in a dry morning.
After breakfast, Scabior and I packed up one of the carridges that were stored in teh stable. then we went back in, making sure nothing important was being left behind.
"I guess we're ready to go." He picked the last, huge does of potion up off the table. "Before you take this, go to the loo. It's going to really knock you out. and I'm putting a change of clothes in the cab, incase.
"Scabior..." I blushed, starting to feel like a child.
"It's for your own good." He adviced. I reluctently obeyed. When I came back, he handed the vial to me. I took teh cork out of it and chugged all of it in two gulps. The effects took place way quicker than we thought it would, though, because as soon as I swollowed the second time, my world shifted. the vial in my hand slipped out and shatered all over the floor. With out meaning to, I started to fall over. Scabior quickly caught me and held me upright. "Are you okay? Can you make it to the carridge?" I shook my head no.
He kept me up with one hand, and used the other to wave his wand. The shards of glass disappeared. When he tucked his hand away, he scooped me up and started out the door. I was still awake, but barley. He slipped my body across the bench-like seat inside of the carridge. I felt my head hit a pillow as the sound of neighing horses hit my ears.
"Are you good?" He asked. I let out a small moan in reply. He laid a blanket over me and stood in teh door. "If you need me, I'll be in teh front." He adviced, and thhen closed the door.
Outside of the carridge I heard the creak of the bench as he sat down. The crack of reins followed, along with a few whinneys. The world started to rock as the wheels started to roll. Moments later, I was compely out.
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When I woke up, the carridge was at a complet stop. The light pouring through the windows was no longer powerful, so it had to be consideribly later in teh day. That, or we were somewhere very shaded. I could hear voices speaking in hushed tones outside of the door.
"She's definally okay now, right?' A deep voice asked.
"Yes. But I don't know how long she's going to be out. she had to take a good sized dose." What I reconized as Scabior's voice replied.
"Well, I would like to meet this Eleanor." A female's voice put in. It mush have belonged to Hayes. I laid for a few more minutes, letting my disorientation disapear. Then, I sat up, but mostly because I was about to burst. Scabior's plan was working well.
"Scabior?" I made sure my voice was loud enough for him to hear. Everything went quiet, and then he said,
"Hold on." The carridge opened and he emerged, half smiling. "How do you feel?"
"Eh. I've really got to go."
"that's a good thing. They're all waiting for you."
"Yeah. I heard." I stretched and stood up. He patted my back.
"Come on. I already have your cot set up. I'm staying in the tent with you, too. My cot is between his and yours. He get one side of the tent, and we get the other. Trust me, Greyback is not going to lay a hand on you."
"Great. Well, I guess I should get going."
Scabior stepped out of the carridge, then stood outside of the door. He offered a hand to help me down, but I didn't take it. I was fully healed and wanted to hsow it, so I leaped down and gracefully landed on my feet, rejecting any help. Standing around, looking at me, were four men. Then, I realized that one of them were actually female; Hayes.
It was hard to tell her sex appart from the others, under neath her jacket that hid any womanly shape she might have. Her dark hair was cut butch style, but covered up with a black hat. Much more conveniant than my own long, black hair. I took note of it.
Other than her, none of them really caught my eye. they all looked like the same, rough looking men I had met about two monthes before.
"Glad to see you back." Leeson, a large, colored man I reconzied as one of the men I had brought embarrassment upon stepped forward. A smile played on his face.
"I'm sure you'll change your mind about that soon." I bitterly sneered, making sure to stand close to Scabior just incase. Like before, I had to show them that I was not to be messed with, although I had been helpless for a month. If I could make them fear me, I had it made.
"I seriouslly doubt that." A short bearded man with black dreads half snorted. Funny, I couldn''t remember him; but of course, I couldn't remember much durning the training sesions.
"And why is that?"
Greyback is terrible! We much rather have you than him anyway." Leeson continued with the praise.
"I assure you that this week will be the worst of your life."
"That was last week." Another man who, despite his lonng, grey hair, looked pretty young. I ignored him and went on.
"And we'll start tonight. Come on, Scabior. Show me to my tent." As I walked torwards them, they all parted, making a path to let me through. Scabior lead me a little further into the woods, and finally stopped outside of two smallish tents. "How are we all going to fit in here?" I asked, suddenly dropping my tough act now that no one was around. He didn't anwer while he held open the tent plat. The entrence was so low that I had to bend over to go in. when I stood back up, I saw that the cielings were high and floating.
One side of the tent, two cots sat next to each other, and were separated by two leather bound trunks that I knew contained mine and Scabiors clothing and things. The other side had one cot, and one trunk to go along with it. A divider went across the back section, no doubt hiding a bathroom. Hm. It was bigger on the inside; how useful. I liked the thought of it; something being so small, but yet could could so much.
I went over to the divider, and looked behind it. To my dismay, I didn't see a toilet, just a bathtub, a chair, and a drying rack. A small container holding towels was tucked away in the corner. Ok, then...
"Is there not a toilet in here?" I peeked back around at Scabior. He shook his head.
"Just the tree's outside. Is that a problem?"
"No." I sighed. "It'll be fine." And it was fine, I just enjoyed a toilet better. That was one of the reasons I like my 'old house'. It had a toilet that I could use. Usually when my father and I were on the run, I had to use the woods. I started for the door to the tent again, but was stopped when another man came in.
