Her pained expression was like a knife in his heart, and Fabian’s brows drew together in greater concern. Of course she wasn’t alright. Glenda had been through- Merlin knew what- and was now left reeling in the aftermath of the ordeal. Fabian was reminded of the guilt he’d been carrying from his part in the whole of it, a sick sort of feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach and hadn’t left for weeks now. Somehow he doubted it would ever go away. “I’m so sorry, Glenda.”
Slumping his shoulders, Fabian settled down on the grass at her side and looked down at his fingers combing through the short blades with a nervous sort of energy he needed to project somewhere that wouldn’t add to her stress. He wanted to reach out to her, take her hand, perhaps wrap his arm around her, but he couldn’t. Fabian could hardly stand to look her in the eye as of late, afraid she’d see how the way he looked at her had changed without quite knowing why. Glenda didn’t know how he felt about her and Fabian had wrestled with the determination of what was more cruel; keeping the memories of their mutual admission of having feelings for one another to himself, or telling her something had happened when she could never remember it. Either way felt dishonest and unfair. They were supposed to be her memories too and he could never give those back to her. And then an idea struck him. “I might- I might be able to help with that. Some of it, anyway.”
Fabian had always been a source of comfort for Glenda. That, at least, she could remember and rely on. Their temperaments meshed well, and while there was a comfort in being near him, Glenda found herself feeling guilty when she thought back on her most recent break downs. It seemed that Fabian had shouldered them all, and matching temperaments or not, he didn’t deserve that. No one did.
She watched as he settled in, beginning to calm herself down and she forced herself to focus on him and their surroundings. It almost seemed as if Fabian was holding something in - had he been going through something too? Had Glenda been so caught up in her own problems that she had completely ignored what he may have needed to deal with? Suddenly overcome with more guilt, she pulled her knees close to her chest, desperate to latch onto something as her mind whirled. When he spoke, though, her eyes immediately went to his, as she tried to figure out what he meant. “Fabian... I - they erased my memories. How could you help get them back?”
The girl was older than her, Emmeline thought - that excited her even more. She loved it when she was with those who had more experience than her. Emmeline held her hand, enticed by how warm it was and pulled her close. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Glenda’s ear. “We can go somewhere private, if you’d like.”
Glenda grinned as Emmeline spoke, her words sending chills down her spine, her eyes dark as they met with the girl’s. Being with her was intoxicating, and Glenda craved more. “Privacy sounds nice,” she mused, “but what a waste of time. I’ve never been a patient person.” Before either girl could say more, Glenda’s lips were pressed against Emmeline’s, finding herself lost in the moment.
Emmeline blushed - she was not one to blush at all, and she was taken aback by the heat that rushed to her cheeks. She reached out to stroke the girl’s cheek, murmuring, “Nothing in comparison to you, of course.” Emmeline pulled her hand back before it made contact with Glenda’s skin, not wanting to scare her away. “Are you enjoying the party?”
Emmeline’s touch was electric, sending tingles from Glenda’s cheek through her entire body. They had shared a house for years - how had Glenda never seen her in this light before? “You flatter me.” She cooed. But when Emmeline’s hand dropped, so did her heart - that wasn’t what she wanted! Glenda reached back for it, lacing their fingers together. “It seems a bit stifling in here, doesn’t it?”
WHO: Emmeline Vance & Glenda Chittock (@glittering-glenda)
WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978
WHERE: The Room of Requirement
Emmeline pinched her cheeks, staring at her reflection in the mirror she had conjured up. A hint of pink came across her features and Emmeline smiled before gasping and whirling around. “Glenda!” She breathed, putting her arms on the girl’s shoulders. “Glenda Chittock! It’s Emmeline - blimey, you’re pretty.”
A party would be good. Socializing would be good. Getting back to normal would be good. Glenda had talked herself into walking into the Room of Requirement, but once she had arrived and gotten a proper drink in her, she knew what she needed to do. She could see Emmeline in the distance, and making her way through the crowd she waited for the other girl to turn around, taking a good moment to take in all that was her. “I could never forget you, Emmeline. They do say that attractive people tend to be drawn towards other attractive people...”
Who: Fabian Prewett & Glenda Chittock
When: March 15th, 1978. Late Afternoon.
Where: The Quidditch Pitch
Fabian made his way down to the Quidditch Pitch, eyeing the grey clouds that persisted long after the rain of the last Quidditch match and shook his head at the incredible loss. His body still ached from the three hour game in the cold rain, and he supposed he shouldn’t push himself with the extra practice, but his fingers twitched with the urge to hit a bludger as hard as he could if only to feel like he had accomplished something. For weeks he’d felt so helpless what with Glenda, the attack, the waiting, all of it. At least he’d had the Quidditch match to focus on, something to occupy his mind, only for the whole thing to fall apart completely. It was frustrating, feeling as though he wasn’t able to contribute to anything, spending the days feeling as useless as he did when he was bed-bound though without any excuse. There had to be something he could do to be of use somewhere.
He tried to distract himself with a plan of some sort, the drills he might set for himself or the maneuvers he would attempt to master in the last few hours of daylight fighting to be seen through the dark clouds above. All of his careful planning was forgotten, however, when Fabian realized he wasn’t the only one on the pitch. A familiar figure could be spotted, not very far from him, the sound of her cries tearing at his heart and filling him with guilt all over again. “Glenda?” He called without second thought as to whether she might prefer to be alone, his concern evident in his voice. “Are you alright?” A stupid question, how could she be after everything that had happened, but Fabian couldn’t help but call it out as he jogged toward her, worried she might have hurt herself practicing alone. “You’re not hurt, are you?” He added, dropping down next to her and searching her face for any signs of injury.
@glittering-glenda
The last thing Glenda remembered was the Quidditch Pitch. Practice had ended, something had happened, and then she woke up, on the ground. Based on what everyone had told her, that wasn’t the correct sequence of events, but if all of her recent memories included it, it stood to reason, at least in her mind, that returning to the Quidditch Pitch could invoke some kind of memory. She would accept anything at this point.
Spring hadn’t quite come to Hogwarts yet, and Glenda burrowed into her scarf as she stood on the field, willing anything to come back to her mind. It became clear within a few minutes that nothing would be coming up, and she stomped her foot on the ground in indignation. It was childish, and it wasn’t helping anything, but she was frustrated, and if nothing was going to work, she deserved to be able to show that. She fell to the ground, and after that it wasn’t long before the tears started - Glenda Chittock had never cried as much in her life as she had over the past weeks - hot against her cheeks as she tried to will them away. Her efforts didn’t last long before she heard another voice - a familiar voice, and looking up, she saw Fabian rushing towards her. He should have been a relief, a happy sight, but instead, she let out another sob, shaking her head. “I - I’m fine. I just - I -” She looked over to him, face tear stained as she tried calming herself. “I can’t remember anything.”
Rebecca Lynnette Chittock was well aware that she was a whirlwind of a person. Rules were not made for breaking but for finding loopholes to. Cartwheels in hallways were only dangerous under a particular set of circumstances. A) If the hallway was crowded B) If there was something on the floor to make it slick and C) If there was anyone around to witness it. With none of the boxes ticked off she couldn’t help immediately whirling through the hallways only coming to stand upright when she saw what she thought, though it was definitely blurry after all that spinning, was a familiar face. “That’s right” Bex said with a triumphant smile, “I’m back”
The last weeks had been awful, to put things in the lightest way. As much as Glenda tried to move forward after what had happened, it seemed to always be lurking over her, threatening to stir up a panic at any moment, no matter the circumstances. The best she could do now was try and focus on her studies until the year ended, and then figure out what the rest of her life was meant to be. Working through her thoughts as she walked through the corridors, she did not expect to a cartwheel, but the moment she did, her stomach dropped. Thought she couldn’t see the person’s face yet, she knew who it was. Taking in a breath, she took a step closer, as the voice confirmed that it was, in fact, “Bex.”
When: About a year after the second war
Who: Glenda Chittock
Since the end of the second war, Glenda’s life had slowed down and fallen into a sort of routine. People listening to the radio no longer needed war updates, and while Harry Potter would always be a subject of intrigue, his actions were no longer affecting the world in the way they once had. Lee Jordan had been brought on by the station as a permanent daytime host, and Witching Hour was still a great success at night, which left Glenda free for most of the mornings.
Her flat was in muggle London, far removed from the rest of her life, and provided a sort of escape. The small coffee shop on the corner saw her most mornings, as she skimmed through newspapers and magazines of the magic and muggle variety.
“One coffee, please. With -”
“Light cream?” The girl behind the counter finished for her with a smile, and Glenda offered a nod before counting out the money owed. After enough time, blending into muggle society wasn’t all that hard. Their fashion seemed much more practical than robes, anyway, and the money wasn’t that confusing. A simple charm on the Prophet stopped the pictures from moving.
Glenda settled into her normal spot, a large table close to the window where she could spread her things out. Her eyes danced between pages, fiddling with the vial she kept around her neck, even after all these years, with a pen and highlighter not far off as she made notes of potential subjects for that night’s show. The girl from the counter returned soon enough, coffee in hand, but this time with a slight grin on her face. Glenda raised an eyebrow, but didn’t have time to ask.
“He’s back, miss. Over in the corner? You know he can’t keep his eyes off of you when he’s here.” She set the coffee down, still grinning, before making her way back to her counter.
Glenda couldn’t pretend that she hadn’t noticed the stranger’s attention before. She had been wholly uninterested in most attempts by the men around her, choosing instead to focus on work. She had loved before, and that had been enough - she couldn’t go through that kind of loss again.
Still, the man in the coffee shop was intriguing, if only because of his near constant presence. Taking a small sip from her coffee, Glenda brought her focus back to the papers in front of her. Jackie had asked her for lunch, so her normal routine would be cut short. She had most of the show planned for the night, but the listeners always enjoyed a recap of current events, and she needed to finalize what to offer them.
The sound of someone clearing their throat above her drew her out of her work, and looking up, Glenda was surprised to see the man from the corner table standing next to her. She tilted her head to the side and raised a brow, waiting for him to explain.
“I don’t mean to interrupt,” he started, already wringing his hands, “but I’ve noticed you here before. Always with at least three papers in front of you -”
“I have a radio show. I like to stay up to date.” She offered, with a slight smile. There was something endearing about him.
“Oh!” His face seemed to brighten, and the wringing slowed down, “What’s is called? Maybe I could listen?”
Glenda shook her head, offering her normal excuse “I’m afraid it’s only broadcast in America. You know their fascination with the English.”
He gave a small nod, and there was a moment of almost awkward silence, before “I’m Thomas, by the way - Thomas Leighton.”
“Glenda Chittock. It’s nice to finally have a name for the face.”
“Yes! Well, I suppose - you see - I came over to ask if you might want to grab a drink sometime.”
On any normal circumstance, Glenda would have turned the man down. She had been truly uninterested since the first war, living with her memories instead. But something seemed different about today, and about Thomas. There was something that seemed comfortable about him, and something drew Glenda to give a small nod. “I’d like that.”
His face brightened even more than before, and he returned a nod. “Great! I mean - yes. I - well here.” He dug through his pockets, drawing out a small scrap of paper and a pen. “Here’s my number. Call me, and we’ll set a time?” Glenda gave another nod, accepting the scrap, before Thomas made his way out of the shop. She chose to ignore the girl behind the counter and her wide smile, and folded the piece of paper, put it in her pocket, and looked back down to her papers.
She worked for another hour, before a quick glance at her watch alerted her that she needed to be going if she wanted to make it to Jackie’s in time for lunch. She quickly folded the papers back up, markings on what to address tonight, and couldn’t help the small smile she had when she thought of Thomas and their pending plans. It seemed strange, in a way, to be feeling that sort of excitement again.
Glenda gave a quick nod to the workers before making her way out the door. There was a small alley not too far off that she could apparate from without drawing any attention from the muggles. It was only a short walk, and putting the papers back in her bag, Glenda started, hand reaching up to fiddle again with the small vial around her neck.
Her small area of London was rather busy today, with dozens of people hurrying on the sidewalks, and enough car horns to make it sound like a small symphony. For her own part, Glenda could block most of the hustle and bustle out of her mind, but she couldn’t help the small sigh in frustration as she made it to the intersection she needed to cross, just as the light changed and the cars were given their signal. While not an impatient person, she didn’t enjoy waiting, and her feet began to tap as she watched her own signal, waiting for the lit permission to allow her to cross.
When it finally did change, Glenda let out another sigh - this time of relief, before starting to walk. Her mind was still reeling - thoughts of Thomas, of Fabian and the wars, and of what her sisters might say if they had heard her actually say yes to someone - and she wasn’t fully paying attention to her surroundings.
The reporters and first responders would say that it was a freak accident, that the driver hadn’t been paying attention to the clearly red light, that they were driving in a lane that wasn’t theirs, and that Glenda had been caught at exactly the wrong place in the moment.
The Prophet spoke of how frail life could be, how a witch that survived two wars could be taken away from the world in a muggle car accident.
Thomas Leighton waited for a call from Glenda Chittock, but it never came. He never saw her in the coffee shop after that day, and was left wondering what happened to the woman always reading the news.
For Glenda, it all happened in an instant, and before she could recognize what was happening. Her vision went blank, before there was a bright light, almost blinding. She tried to squint, and somewhere in the distance, she could almost make out a familiar figure, one that she hadn’t seen in years.
“No, please- you don’t have to apologize to me.” Fabian assured her, waving away her apology. While he couldn’t say he had ever experienced anything quite like what Glenda was going through, Fabian knew how easy it was to lash out at others when you found yourself in what seemed to be a hopeless situation. “I can only imagine how tough things have been.”
Fabian hesitated for a moment at her invitation. He hadn’t meant to interrupt her studies, but if she wanted his company, he would hardly say no. “If I’m not a bother.” He said, closing his textbook and shuffling his things together to move closer to her. “Or maybe you’d prefer a distraction?” Fabian couldn’t help but flash her a smile as he sank into the chair across from her.
Glenda offered a small smile as he took the seat. There was a level of comfort in Fabian, even after everything that had happened, that she was immensely grateful for. He was kind, and gentle, and one of the only people in the school who seemed genuinely concerned about her, not what had happened to her.
“A distraction?” She questioned, raising a brow. Truthfully, she wasn’t paying much attention to her homework to begin with. Her mind was already in a million different places, but taking it away from all of them sounded better than anything she had come up with. Closing her textbook, she grinned. “That sounds wonderful.”
Fabian hadn’t meant to stare, he really hadn’t. In fact, if there was anything he had been trying to do, it was ignore Glenda. Ever since her return, Fabian figured distance would be best. He knew better than most what it was like to feel smothered with unwanted attention and that was the very last thing he wanted to do to Glenda after her ordeal. So far, he’d been rather successful. A feat considering they were in the same house and played Quidditch together. But something about the way she had been sorting through the material around her had caught his attention, and for some reason he just hadn’t been able to look away. “No- no, I’m sorry. I just- is there anything I can help you with?” He asked, gesturing to her work.
As she recognized Fabian, Glenda’s heart sank. She wouldn’t have been so terse if she knew it was him in front of her. They were good friends, and while there was a part of her that wondered if something more could be there, it seemed like the world was steering her away from trying to pursue anything in the current moment.
“I - no. The professors are giving me extra time for what I missed and -” He didn’t care about any of that. “I’m sorry Fabian. I didn’t mean to be so cross. The past few days have been -” Glenda paused, trying to find the right word. “- complicated.” She gestured to the chair across from her own. “Do you want to sit?”
Though the comment wasn’t directed at her, Jackie did pause for a moment, glancing from Glenda to the other student. Work had been busy enough to keep her from much free time, and she had been trying to give Glenda her space. And she had a lot of guilt over what had happened. But she thought she really should make an effort, so her free time had been devoted to tracking her sister down. “Well, I wasn’t planning on interrogating you,” she said, stepping closer.
Glenda couldn’t help the sigh that she let out as her sister came into view. Flustered, her eyes faltered from Jackie to the table and back again, biting her bottom lip as she tried to choose how to proceed. Her relationship with her oldest sister was rocky at its best, and Glenda was constantly feeling like anything she chose to do in her life would never compare to Jackie. “Everyone else is,” she finally mumbled, before shaking her head, finally meeting Jackie’s eyes. “They’re all asking the same questions. Even if they don’t ask, they’re wondering. They all want to know what happened. As if never ending questioning would make me suddenly remember anything.”
It would seem, as kind as they were, that Hogwarts professors didn’t necessarily care just how long you had spent in the Hospital Wing, or that a week of your memory was completely missing. Papers were papers, and papers needed done. Letting out a huff of frustration, Glenda looked up from her notes and books, before locking eyes with a nearby onlooker. “No, I still don’t remember anything. Need anything else?”
WHO: Glenda Chittock and Fabian Prewett
WHERE: The Hospital Wing
WHEN: February 20, 1978. Early afternoon.
Glenda’s eyes opened slowly, and she was suddenly aware of coursing pain through her body. Something was not right. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, as she tried to place herself. An uncomfortable bed, sheets that were not her own. A familiar hum, and a hazy light.
She was in the Hospital Wing.
Opening her eyes further, Glenda’s mind began to race. She had been at quidditch practice, but it hadn’t been bad, had it? There was no memory of losing control, or even struggling. Potter was working them hard, but nothing impossible. She tried to push her self up on her elbows to get a better intake of her surroundings, but was soon overtaken by a wave of pain. Letting out a small, but very vocalized gasp, she fell back into her previous position.
Fighting back tears, she turned her head a bit to the side, before her eyes fell on a familiar head of red hair. If anyone would know what had happened, Fabian would be a good bet - he was at practice, anyway. Maybe he could help. “How did I manage to fall and hit every part of my body?!” She moved her head back so that she was looking straight, for now, at least, it was the most comfortable position. “Black and blue with a pink dress. That’ll be a sight to see.”
WHO: Glenda Chittock and anyone
WHERE: The Hospital Wing
WHEN: February 21, 1978. 4 pm.
Glenda let out a long sigh as she watched Madam Pomfrey walk back to her office. The woman had been nothing but kind, and while she appreciated it, it did nothing to help her growing frustration. Whatever had happened to her was completely gone from her memory - her body was covered in cuts, and an artist’s palette of bruises had appeared, and she had very little knowledge of how they got there.
The aurors had already questioned her once, but she was sure once she was cleared that she would be called in again. For her own part, Glenda had been honest - she had nothing to hide (that she knew of), but her last memory was Quidditch practice on the 13th - she was missing almost an entire week’s worth of memories. Hearing the door open, Glenda turned, brows knitting together as she tried to focus her vision on whoever was entering. “If you’re here to question me, Madam Pomfrey said I needed rest and that anything else can wait until I’m released.” Her words were laced with bitterness and pain as she waited for a response.
How easily Charlotte managed to get captured by a bunch of teenagers only further displayed her incompetence, and he knew he was making the right choice. After silently trailing behind the group until they’d done their task and sent two of their members running back towards the castle, he knew there would not be a more opportune moment, and stepped out from the shadows behind them, his mask carefully hiding his identity, and only Charlotte, levitating in the air between them, seemed to notice his arrival. He enjoyed a good fight - but there were plenty of things left to do today, so this was going to have to be quick, disarm them, knock them out, and steal away the prize before they even knew what hit them.
Swiftly and silently, he moved closer to the group, ensuring that his presence was unknown. Nary a twig or leaf was stepped on as he adjusted his stance into one prepared to fire. However, he wasn’t ignorant - the numbers simply weren’t on his side. He would need to free Charlotte first. The poor woman was tied up in the air - he noticed her glaring down at him, and nodded at her, as if he was indicating what was to come. The Death Eater silently shot the counter-curse in the air, bringing a foot back to prepare for when the kids turned around. “Expelliarmus,” The incantation spilled out of his mouth slowly as his wand whipped to fire at Potter first. His presence was known now, and he had to move fast. Quickly stunning the boy while running at him, he kicked Potter’s wand at Charlotte, then spun to face the other boy.
Assuming that Charlotte would take down Glenda with her newly acquired wand, the masked Death Eater sneered, pointing his wand directly at Sirius. He needed to be quick and decisive about this. It was only a matter of time before Evans and Fortescue brought the Aurors out here, and he planned on being gone long before then. Still riding the benefit of surprise, he quickly yelled out, “Expelliarmus!” and sent Black’s wind flying many meters away. Before there was any time for recovery, he followed up with a Knee-reversal Hex, which sent Black sprawling to the ground unable to walk. Sneering, he whirled around to see if Charlotte had managed to take down her victim. To his dismay, she hadn’t. Glenda Chittock was still standing. For a moment, neither one of them moved, and they stared each other down with both wands pointed at their opponents. He was angry at Charlotte, because even when he gave her everything she needed, she still proved to be an incompetent fool. Snarling, he decided to get this over with quickly, so with his eyes still firmly on Glenda, the masked man cast, “Crucio!”
@glittering-glenda
Glenda was rather proud of their little group. In little to no time they had found Charlotte, and in only two moves they had captured her. Perhaps Jackie was right, maybe she could do the whole auror thing. It seemed straight forward enough, and if James and Sirius could share how they made that map - it was bloody brilliant!
It turned out that the brunette did not have much time to relish in their victory, though, before she heard a loud cry from behind her - What in Merlin’s bloody ancient name?!. There was a Death Eater behind them, and before Glenda could let out a cry of frustration Charlotte was back on her feet, Potter was without a wand and stunned, and Black was writhing in pain. How the fuck did that happen?!
Turning to face the masked Death Eater, and clutching her wand, Glenda was suddenly very aware that she was outnumbered, and facing at least one known wack job. Seeing the wand raise, she took a split second, before shouting “Protego!” The cruciatus curse bounced away, and by the time it had, she was quickly drawing her wand again. If she could take out the new figure, surely she could figure out Charlotte, and Lily and Alice would be there soon enough with the aurors. “Stupefy!” Her stunning spell was well on its way, but the masked figure dodged it. In doing so, the mask was knocked a bit off kilter - was that - “What the fuck -”
Okay, maybe Sirius should’ve just kept his mouth shut about the map for the time being. He trusted James, more than anyone else, and the Order members with them too. They wouldn’t be able to get to Charlotte nearly as fast- or at all- without the help of the map. He walked with the rest of the group down the corridors, knowing James knew where they were going, and thinking about what they’d do once they reached the forest. He wasn’t worried about encountering something in the forest, as the Marauders had been there plenty of times, but who knew what Charlotte might do if they couldn’t defeat her?
He nodded in agreement as they reached the forest. “I say we go quietly until we’re near her, and then attack together from all different sides, like Alice said. We’ve got a higher number, and the element of surprise on our side.” They had to start moving again soon, before Charlotte got away. “We’ll be able to handle anything we run into.” Sirius was aware of the threats in the forest, but it hadn’t ever been that bad before, for him at least.
@gardenofevans
Lily followed closely with the rest of the group, listening as everyone else spoke, give small nods in agreement, before the entire group came to a pause, close enough to the forest that everything suddenly felt very, very real. While they did have numbers and the element of surprise on their side, Charlotte was a fully grown witch - and, as proven by the day’s events, not one that was entirely stable.
“If she goes to deep we won’t be able to see her anymore. We might still have the element of surprise, but I don’t know if that’s enough.” She was a Gryffindor, yes, but sometimes Lily wondered if her mind fit more with her peers in Ravenclaw. If no one else was going to think this through, she would. “Hitting her from different sides is good - we can get her closer to the castle and then get the aurors. They’ll know what to do with her and have the power to do it.” She looked around the group, before nodding her head, signaling they move again.
@alionheartedprig
James normally didn’t have a problem with strategizing but this felt different. He was distracted by everything that had gone on, he was having a little bit of trouble focusing. Lily’s presence helped though, and everyone had good ideas. Sneaking up on her was a lot better than trying to attack head-on. And they didn’t want her to get too far into the forest. “We’re a lot better off if we can catch her by the edge of the forest. There’s too much that could go wrong deeper in, and I’m not sure how far the anti-apparition charm lasts.”
He began moving with Lily’s gesture, scanning the map as the group moved off once more. It took a bit of time before Charlotte popped up again and he paused, glancing from the map to their surroundings. “Okay, if we spread out a little, I think we should be able to get her.” Tapping the map where she had appeared, he compared their position to hers. “See, we can come up around her and then if we’re all ready, we should take her out without any problems.”
@puffpuff-alice
Alice had to almost hide her smile at the approval of her idea. Sure she had thought if was a great idea, but she worried about what the others would think, if they would agree with her. She was probably just in her head too much, constantly over thinking her every decision. This was something that she always did, but in this situation it was even worse. If she made a bad decision now, one of her friends could get hurt which was the last thing she wanted.
She nodded along as the others spoke, they all had very good points. They all also seemed to agree as to what needed to be done. Which was especially good since they did not need to be fighting among themselves while one a time frame. “Who’s going with who then?” There were so many more questions she wanted to ask, everything that could go wrong running through her head.
@glittering-glenda
Glenda looked around the group, calculations and ideas running through her head. It was a good idea to start out in at least pairs, wandering alone into the forest wasn’t a good idea. “Potter and Black - you’ve been working together since the first year.” It only made sense to send them together, no matter how close James and Lily had become.
“Lily, Alice - you two work well together. When we find her, you can go back an get the aurors. The three of us will keep hold of her until they get here.” The pairings left her on her own, but she wasn’t about to change it. She was strong, she knew that, and she would make it through. She took a moment to look around the group, daring anyone to challenge her, before nodding. “We should get going, then.” Without giving anyone time to disagree, she began walking towards the forest.
