Kidnapped! [christabelle, elvaleryn, aminia, dominique, sierra, lyra, open]

Christabelle was walking down towards Hogsmeade to apparate out of the school. She had her wand in the pocket of her hoodie that she was wearing to try to stay a little dry. She never minded the rain but something had told her to keep a watch out or at least wait for Nick to escort her off the grounds she she was going to there house after all. She figured he'd at least want her to meet him in the Three Broom Sticks so she decided to walk in there and order a fire whiskey.

Elv sat there on a chair at Hogshead. She sneaked out from school again today. But rain made her stayed for more time there. Abe gave her butterbeer. "It's almost late, young Weasley..." he said. Elv nooded to him. She drank her butterbeer and suddenly her body felt warm. "I'm going back to school, Abe... Oh... NO... I'm not using that today..." she said when Abe pointed at Ariana's painting. "I'm going to walk." she insisted. Elv waved at Abe with a big smile on her face and opened Hogshead's door. She cast incantations to keep her dry and warm. She started walking back to Hogwarts.

((No she didn't yet))

Christabelle thought she heard a voice and turned around to see nothing. She felt an odd presence around her like something bad had happened or was about to and she started looking around despite her better judgement to go inside of the pub. She and thought she had seen Elv walk out of the Hogs head but she really couldn't have been sure anymore. She looked around seeing nothing starting to make her way back towards the three broomsticks.

Christy having a strong minded will power was fighting off the imperious curse. She wouldn't speak or draw her wand, though she did have something else up her sleeve. She still had her daggers. She made inconsistency movements in which to get them playing it off as if she were just cold as she walked towards the alley.

James Wake casually closed his book. He witnessed a strange man pick on his friend, Elvaleryn. Wait, scratch that- friend of a friend. He could not associate himself too closely with the Weasleys or the Po- the Chosen one's family. His life was far more important than that. He watched the events unfold from a window in the Hog's Head. He followed the two, darting into an adjacent alley, feeling that he was going to need a few tricks of the trade. His hands clapped, the echo muffled by the constant sheets of rain. He planted them on a wall, and felt the brick ripple and surge. Alchemy was SO useful in a pinch. A mask formed from the depression in the wall his trick had formed. He fitted beneath his cloak, and pulled on his hood, shielded from the rain. He ascended the wall lithely, and quickly raced across.

He watched the man leave the petrified form of Elvaleryn Weasley and chase older prey. James fitted the mask over his face and used magic to alter his vocal chords to a lower pitch. He quietly descended to the ground by using the grappling hook function of his alchemic arm, and un-petrified the still form of Elvaleryn. He would've asked if she was alright, but he was interested in this... renegade character. He cast his own disillusionment charm and glided across the rain-water. He had to be careful not to step too loudly- the disadvantage of rain was that your footsteps could always be seen. He instead grappled himself on the rooftop of the building and kept an eagle's eye view of the proceedings.

Sierra had learned never to trust men at the bar. They were often drunk, and carried weapons other than wands. She had been at the mercy of a drunken man once, and when she refused to go out with him, he hit her and tried to kill her. Jeez, drunk people could be so rude!

She did not like going into the Three Broomsticks, but she was bored and had nothing to do. She went inside, and ordered a butterbeer. Just as she feared, a drunk man started to cat-whistle at her. She rolled her eyes, ignoring him completaly.

When he would not stop, she turned to face him, her temper blowing up. "Listen. I wan't no part of you or your friends! So just back off buddy!" Curse her veela-ness! She left the bar without a drink, leaving money on the table.

It was one of those days that Ami was stressed with school and school work. She had no idea what she was doing, she wanted to get out of the hell hole that her parents had sent her too, she had no clue why they made her attend Hogwarts, don't get her wrong, she loves her family, and being with them all the time, but she liked the freedom she had in France.

She was taking her nightly trip to the Hogs-head, she had an eerie feeling, she couldn't place her finger on what it was, but she felt like something bad was or had happened. She pulled her hood over her head, her blond hair only being visible beneath it, due to the fact it was sticking out, she wanted to be alone, to not talk to any one. She hoped no one would recognize her as a student. She didn't have school robes on so they shouldn't. She sighed as she continued her walk in the rain.