Really, they’re prepared for this. It’s always been a possibility, especially with her family’s and the Burke’s political leanings, but Flora had never really expected something like this. The whole point of raids is to catch people off-guard, she knows this too. But knowing it and experiencing it are two incredibly different things. Flora was prepared. She wasn’t ready.
It’s all a flurry of activity as strangers come tearing through the shop and her loft. Wrapped in her robes and looking lost and confused in the corner, there’s really nothing she can do except stand there helplessly as the Aurors swarm around the shop. She’s got nothing to hide. Not here; she’s not stupid enough to leave anything incriminating in the shop.
Her ears are ringing painfully, and she wants nothing more than to just curl up and wait for all of this to be over, but she can’t. She refuses. This is her shop, her home, and she can’t leave. Even if she wanted to, where would she go? They’re searching her loft too.
One of the Aurors is demanding something of her, but she doesn’t know what. She can barely keep track of anything anymore, it’s all just a mess and a blur around here. “Again, my interpreter isn’t here,” she snaps. “Maybe if you would let me turn on some lights instead of tearing through my home in the dead of night, and get your goons to stop smashing through my livelihood, I could help you out. My father won’t stand for this.”
Arriving at Flora’s shop, the last thing he expects to see is the door wide open and shards of glass littering the steps leading up to it, a book lay open atop of them, the spine upward. He can hear the commotion inside. Things clattering and crashing and harsh commands being spit. It’s then that he realizes who the people tearing the shop apart are. Aurors. Antonin’s jaw clenches.
In a flash, he disapparates and reappears in of the backrooms of the building, so not to be detected right away. Carefully, he makes his way to the front. The noises get louder and angrier the closer he gets and it makes him feel uneasy. He hadn’t heard Flora yet. With the way they are treating hers and her family’s belongings she should have said something by now. The fact that she hasn’t worries him to no end. Had they done something to her? Hurt her?
At the thought of seeing her harmed makes his heart beat faster than it has in a long time and the closer he gets to Aurors, the faster it gets. And then, he hears her. He pushes out a sigh of relief and moves forward in the shadows until he’s so close to the doorway he can peek through and see inside. Immediately, he sees Flora in the corner, obviously furious but also confused. He wishes he could step out and give the men a piece of his mind but Antonin knows it’s not the right moment and would only cause more of a mess than there already is.
He’ll wait for the right moment. Until then, he wants to give Flora a sign that he’s here and she’s not alone. His eyes flit over his surroundings for a second until he sees the bookshelf right next to the door. He needs her to look his way and with the Aurors being far too occupied with looking for what they’re looking for, they won’t be noticing this. He takes out his wand and with a flick of his wrist, two books crash to the floor.
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