WHO: Bianca Aubrey and Adamina Greengrass
WHAT: A casual stroll through the park leads them straight into an attack
WHERE: A park in muggle Kent!
WHEN: Today!



Bianca twirled her wand between her fingers, knowing that it should be in its holster because of their muggle surroundings, but in too good of a mood to bother. If anything, she could slip it back into its place when a muggle came near because she knew she was quick enough. Kids were running around the park chasing each other with sticks; Bianca could totally feign a fake pirate fight, and was actually itching to stir up some excitement as this seemingly innocent ‘walk through the park’ had turned into a plot on Adamina’s part to plan a first birthday party.

Something Bianca was notoriously bad at and seemingly allergic to.

“She’s one,” the hitwizard moaned, expertly rolling her wand between her fingers. Bianca squinted her eyes toward the nearby lake, which was sparkling under the very hot summer sun, “I doubt she’s concerned about the landscape."

"She's my daughter, of course she'll be concerned. She just may not be able to verbalize it," Adamina said easily, too used to her friend's cribbing about this particular past-time to pay it much attention. Astoria may not exactly remember the party, but wasn't it already bad enough that it was going to be more than ten days belated? Surely her child would learn of this information later on in life and think she had positively the cruelest mother, a heinous witch who diid not care to celebrate gigantic milestones in her daughter's life, such as turning one.

It was going to be the best party. They had a pony now! No one else had ponies at the birthday parties they went to.

Being in a Muggle Kent was less than ideal, though. Surely if they were to get here early, as in the crack of dawn early, they could at least set up without magic. Of course, that would probably nix the magical menagerie she'd been idly thinking about. Letting out an agitated breath, Adamina bent slightly forward and braced one hand on her hip. Her bump was increasing steadily by the day, and the oh-so-familiar backache started to make its presence known. "But I am going to critique it from a sitting vantage point."

Dropping to a nearby bench, she closed her eyes and dropped her head back. "Did you know I hadn't even lost all the weight from Astoria?" She looked mournfully down at her chest and sighed. "These are never going to go back to their original size."

“Adamina,” Bianca started, her tone already one of scolding. She stood in front of her friend, letting Adamina rest but never feeling comfortable sitting down in such an open area; her job made her just paranoid enough to keep her alive in any situation, even a stroll through the park. “You’re going to have this kid, your waist is going to drop back to the itty bitty size you were before,” Bianca shook her head, “You will also remain in better shape for the rest of your life than, let’s say...me. Who is going on more than a year after giving birth and still----jiggle.”

Even with her job’s work out regiment, Bianca had never been able to get back into the same shape she had been before. She would never be able to because she could not longer dedicate every free hour of her time to working out and being on patrol. Bianca loved Aaron, she loved Bertram, but there were things she missed before they’d entered her life (and not in the order she would have liked). She pouted and then quickly reached out, giving Adamina’s chest a small swat on the side.

“Your husband is going to greatly appreciate that new cup size of yours,” she said, taking a few steps back to avoid getting hit or kicked by her friend. Bianca grinned, but her smile faltered slightly at the sight of two rather large men stalking towards them from across the field. She kept her composure and her eye on them, but her hand already had a tight grip on her wand.

"Oh, stop." She sadly had nothing on her person to throw at Bianca, so Adamina settled for a flail of the leg in her friend's general direction and the up-turning of her nose in a disdainful expression. They'd been through the same ordeal, and Bianca looked as fighting fit as she always did. It wasn't that she necessarily wanted to do what her friend did—wasn't that a ridiculous picture— but Adamina did envy the real purpose in Bianca's life, even as she made her own family. Her purpose, well—her gaze dropped down to her chest again.

Admittedly, though he was careful not to directly reference pregnancy-wrought changes to her body, Adamina had gathered her new assets did not go under-appreciated by her husband.

Nevertheless, "Tim will adore me, whatever my shape, because if he doesn't—" she broke off, seeing Bianca's change in focus. Adamina craned her head slightly behind to see what had distracted her friend, taking in the two approaching figures. The men were in Muggle attire, which didn't say much—Adamina tugged at her own flowy skirt and vest camouflage—and she thought she could make out a bag slung over one's shoulder. When she turned back around and noticed the relative emptiness of their surroundings, they had to be heading straight for the witches.

"Someone you know?" she asked brightly.

Bianca shook her head, her free hand going up to signal to Adamina to stay seated. They were most definitely muggles; if they had wands they would not have to come so close. Were they ready to mug the two defenseless women, alone in the park? Attack them, steal their purses? Bianca’s lips twisted into a vicious smirk as she came around the bench her wand shooting some angry green sparks towards the ground. One thing that always held up when her supervisors questioned just why she had pulled out her wand so quickly was self-defense. These rather large brutes could easily overpower her without her wand---at least, that’s what she would say, to get out of trouble.

“Move along, boys,” Bianca said, gesturing dismissively toward the men. They didn’t stop, and now they were far too close for comfort. It would be a quick scuffle, but Bianca did not want her friend, her pregnant friend at that, to be anywhere near it. “Adamina--” she said over her shoulder, “Get out of here.”

“Don’t move, hitwizard!” one of the men shouted, and the startling revelation that these men knew who she was, that they weren’t muggle made her gasp. Blinking quickly, she took in their attire, and recognized that they were wearing coats---in this weather? No, they were cloaks, they were---Bianca grimaced; they were cut off auror robes, the ones that helped deflect spells during battle. How had she not noticed them sooner? Bianca faltered at the realization that she’d let these attackers get so close and she nearly missed the one on the right pull something out from his pocket---had to be his wand. She shot up a quick shield to deflect the hex, but her shield was meant to hinder magic, not----

Bianca let out a scream that shook the leaves off trees. Something was clasped into her shoulder, digging its claws into her skin and it was sending shocks of---electricity (?!) through her body. She dropped to one knee, forcing herself to not lose complete focus. Letting out another shout, she swiped at the wire that was connecting the tiny claws in her shoulder to the device the man was holding. Her spell severed the wire, but her entire body was still shaking. She had to stand, but it was proving difficult.

“Adamina---GO!” she shouted, finally getting to her feet and clenching her wand. Her breaths were ragged and strained, but she could stand, and Bianca shot a volley of spells.

Adamina's eyebrows tugged together in confusion as Bianca's demeanor went from her usual watchful, if occasionally prickly, self to cautious vigilance, to full-on Hit-Wizard. But the progression was too fast for her to comprehend as it happened, and by the time she understood the danger, Bianca was on the ground, writhing. As she staggered up off the bench, she was faced with a decision to make in a split-second: draw her wand and stay to help fight with her friend, or run. Ordinarily, Adamina was adept with a wand, but she was far too panicked to remember any of the spells that would be useful in this fight, and her growing concern was for her baby. She wasn't sure what weapons these men were using, but they would not touch her child.

So she'd run. And she'd summon for help as soon as she got some distance.

Adamina wheeled around and started towards a full sprint before she crashed hard into an obstacle before her. Dazed, she looked up and noticed she was directly in the arms of the other man, the one who hadn't attacked Bianca, and he was leering down at her with an expression that turned the blood in her veins to ice.

"Gotcha," he said, dragging a hand up her back. Adamina felt the pinprick of an icy burn where her neck met shoulder, and involuntarily clutched harder at the man holding her up. "Just like 'e said, you are."

Her vision was in triplicate as waves of nausea rolled over her, her grip growing slack around the man's shirtfront. "Please—" she gasped, "please don't hurt-—don't—" before she slithered away into the void.

This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t----Why wasn’t the attacker fighting back? He just kept---dodging the spells, Bianca had never seen someone move like that! He ducked and rolled, jumped and was seemingly bored with her onslaught of spells. Bianca, who was still quite shaken from the electric shock she received, couldn’t figure out what to do when she spotted Adamina. She gasped, completely forgetting her target.

“NO!” She shot a hex straight toward Adamina’s assailant, trusting her aim and expertise to not hit her friend (or was it desperation? A little bit of both). Bianca didn’t have a chance to see if her spell hit when she was tackled, getting shoved back into the bench. Her head cracked against the wood and she dropped to the grass, woozy and in extreme pain.

She blinked, trying to gain some focus but the entire world was spinning around her, everything was blurry and tears stung her eyes. She saw the fuzzy image of her attacker hovering over her and Bianca swung up her wand arm to get in one last hex, but once again he was too quick for her. He kicked out, sending her spell soaring off into the park. Bianca screamed as he stepped down on her forearm and in a split second he’d tugged her wand out of her hand and drove his knee into her chest to stay down.

“Protecting a blood traitor?” he hissed, “Protecting that waste of magic---” Bianca gasped for a breath, struggling under his weight, but he just let out a laugh as he pulled something out of his pocket. She only got a flash of the object before he jammed it into the side of her neck and Bianca let out another horrific scream as the electric charge racked through her. He kept it pressed to her skin for what felt like hours and when the pain finally stopped, Bianca promptly fell into unconsciousness.