magically insane

Ch. 30: the funny stick glows

George appeared in front of the warehouse, wand in hand and ready. He walked up to the open metal doors, listening for any voices. The main entrance was empty, and there were four doors he could choose from.

Him sneaking around made him feel like he was in that one movie they watched in Florida... what was it... Star Wars?

One door had a bright white light shining under the door, and the rest were dark. He went to that door, and unlocked it with a small whisper. He opened the door slowly, wand out.

"Rolf? Is that you?" A voice called. George opened the door, pointing his wand at the woman's face. She was in dark blue robes, holding a bloody knife as she sharpened it. "Who are you?"

"Where is she?"' George demanded. When she just smirked, her eyes flickering to a door to his right, he stunned her, sending her flying back into the fall. The knife was on the ground, blood smeared on the floor. George gulped at the sight of it, hoping it wasn't used against Elaine.

He then walked to the door she glanced at, and put an ear to it. A small noise could be heard, and it sounded like a mix of crying and heavy breathing. He unlocked the door and opened it swiftly, pointing his wand around the room.

The second he saw her he dropped the wand, running to her. She was so, so still, and George realized he would have to do the counter curse. Reaching for his wand, he glanced at her arm. He froze for a second, staring at the bleeding letters in her skin.

He'd kill whoever did that.

His wand was in his hand one second, and the next it was on the floor beside the bed, because Elaine was in his arms. She was crying, clinging to him with all the strength she seemed to have.

"Are you okay to walk, love?" George asked her, still kneeling on the floor.

"I-" her voice was raspy, like she'd been screaming for a while. He pulled away from her to see her puffy red face. She turned to the open door and opened her eyes wide, scared.

George turned, only to see the woman in blue for a second before he was unable to move. Eyes wide, he looked between his love and her captor. How in bloody hell was he going to help her now?

"Is this the George Weasley?" she asked, her voice as vile as her actions.

Elaine just stared at her, obviously too scared to fight back as she moved back against the wall. Then George saw what she was doing; she wasn't moving against the wall to cower, she was reaching towards his forgotten wand.

What the bloody hell is she gonna do with that?! George's voice was panicked, even in his own head.

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Elaine felt behind her slowly, gripping the wand. It was now or never, as Aleksandra was staring at her, amused. If it didn't work, she might very well be signing her own death certificate, not to mention George's. If it did? She didn't really think about that.

In a split second she pulled the wand out and yelled, "Stupefy!"

To her surprise and delight, Aleksandra flew back out the door, right into a table. Elaine looked at the wand in her hand, and then at George, who stared at her, shocked.

"How do i undo it?" she whispered, crawling over to him. He told her, still shocked at her ability to do it. Once he was able to move, he sat up and hugged her.

"How did you-"

"I don't know," Elaine whispered, shrugging. "Can we leave, now?"

"Yes. Come on, love." George stood, pulling Elaine with him, and he apparated to the police station. They would think about it later. Yes, later.