Fiendfyre
fiendfyre - our characters escape a fire raging out of control | | curse-based drabble prompts
It was a quiet reconnaissance, the silence stretchingbetween the two women as dusk faded to the new moon. There was no guaranteethat the tip Alastor had received would come to fruition, but there was no harmin checking out the supposed drop point. There was no warning that the buildingthey’d hidden out in was a trap until the smoke was in their lungs, timberscrackling around them. It was flammable – too flammable – and Amelia feared theloss of another McKinnon that would go quiet and unappreciated. Never mind herown family; they apparated straight to Marlene’s brothers.













