Non Mitternacht: Log with Penelope

[chicagos_warden]

A guy had to wonder how I got myself in these situations. Seriously, I was moving through the streets of London of all places, tailing a pair of Reds that had taken a page from Madrigal Raith's book and started preying on magic users. Fucking Madrigal Raith. If I could kill him twice I would have and that's saying something. I don't go in for

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[infora_penny]

I hate being out late at night. Magical London was bad (especially for a half-blood) and Muggle London was worse (especially for a girl on her own), and I had to be on my guard at all times. I remember the days I used to like walking back to my flat from St. Mungo's, even when I had to work a night shift. Shivering, I pulled my scarf tighter to my neck and kept an eye on my surroundings, watching for sudden movements in the shadows.

And then I spotted one. I swore to myself - I'm in bloody Muggle London, I can't get my wand out, what was I thinking? - and I spun, making sure the other person knew that I knew they were there.

Another movement, fast - faster than I could see - and I screamed.

[chicagos_warden]

The quick motion of the woman walking down the street toward me caught my attention, I'd mostly just been scanning the area, waiting for odd movement to really focus. I should have been watching the most likely victims more carefully. I'd be kicking myself over that one later. And of course she panicked seeing me. I seem to have that effect on normal people. Mostly I was used to getting weird looks. And sure I don't wear high fashion, so sue me. But are my clothes really that ratty? Apparently. Thomas would snicker about it when I complained to him. I didn't have time to sigh in frustration

[infora_penny]

I stood stock still for a moment, terrified at the sudden whirlwind of sound and grabbing and then I was pushing at the thing that had latched onto me, wishing to God I could just get out my wand and blast it away. And then there was a sound like a cannon going off, and the thing was on the ground, writhing and wailing. Eyes wide, I looked at my unlikely rescuer, then as he yelled at me, I followed his orders on the double. I'm not a good fighter, but I was in Ravenclaw for a reason, and getting behind the big man with the big gun seemed like the wisest course of action.

"What is that thing?" I demanded once I'd scrabbled behind him.

[chicagos_warden]

I glared at the oncoming vampire like I meant to tear it limb from limb and really that wasn't all that far from the truth, my fingers tightened around my staff and I took aim with the gun. "Don't suppose you'd believe me if I said it was a vampire." I muttered back at her, and then more loudly at the thing coming toward us I snarled out, "That's right buck-o make my friggin' day." And shot. The thing was a little crazy but apparently not stupid because in a blink it was on the wall instead of in front of us, my bullet missing it's head but apparently snipping away at a piece of it's cheek.

I shook out my shield bracelet, ready to use it and looked up at animal still climbing spiderman style toward us. "Hold this." I shoved my staff back at her before reaching for my blasting rod.