Abduction

[Phillipe Lefevre]

Phillipe landed with his broomstick outside the huge iron gates of the Ombrelune Mansion. He was late... very late. Flying from Paris was an extremely long trip. And above that, an unplanned one. He stepped off of the broomstick and noticed that his feet were normal again. Was the flight that long? He looked at his body and realised that only his wings were left. Tattered pieces of clothing was all that covered his perfect veela body. 'I'm amazing,' was all he could think.

He heard the Weasley girl moan for the thousandth time. This was getting quite tedious. "Oh stop with the freaking noises!" he exclaimed and took out his wand. He had to put it in his underwear after his clothes were torn to pieces. He was still a bit sensitive after the little witch kicked him. "Episky!" he said angrily and heard her nose crack as it repaired itself. "Stop moaning now!" he said and shoved her towards the gates.

Lady Ombrelune came walking from the front door. "Oh Mistress Mine," he said with another deep bow. He pushed the girl down so she was on her knees before them. "My sincerest apologies. I was angered by this filth, so I turned to my... other form. I couldn't use magic so we had to fly here with a broomstick. Please forgive me for taking so long." He hadn't been this afraid in ages. What was she going to do? Was she going to torture him? Dismiss his services? Kill him? He curled his wings around his body in shame. "I'm sorry my queen."

[Nadia Ombrelune]

To say that Nadia was angry was an understatement: she was furious. So when her trusted follower appeared, late and half naked, she just glared at him. "I trusted you to fulfill a simple task and what do you do? You fail me!" She looked carelessly at the girl. Her shirt was bloody. What in the world was up with that? She was not generally opposed to blood and torture was just fun and games to her, but their captive was supposed to remain in one piece.

"You could not keep your eyes on a skinny girl like that?!" She looked at him, disgust evident in her eyes. "You can make yourself useful and alert the rest," she said to Phillipe. Ardent, another trusted follower appeared behind her, his dark eyes surveying the scene with an impassive ease. "Ardent, bring in the girl for me, will you? Obviously I've misplaced my trust in Phillipe." She turned and walked into the house, her steps echoing against the hallways walls.

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire sat there on the ground, waiting for Nadia to do something to her; pull her hair, make her body feel like it was tearing apart, something to make her pay for trying to run away, but when seconds went by, all that she had to do was be taken somewhere by some Ardent guy. she stood up, ready to be taken wherever they were going to take her. 'there's no use trying now. i'll be dead before i could take one step in the wrong direction,' she thought. 'besides, I have absolutely no idea where I am.'

Victoire looked from Nadia to the guy that had just brought her there. she didn't know his name, though I'm sure Nadia must have said it at least once. It would be nice to know what their names were, in case she ever got out of there and had to give them.

[Phillipe Lefevre]

Phillipe hung his head in shame. He felt blessed that this woman had decided to spare him. "At once my queen," he told her and fell to his knees. He felt angry. Why couldn't she understand that he was physically unable to apparate here. It wasn't her job to be compassionate though... He sighed and pulled himself towards himself. Phillipe knew that sulking wasn't going to get him anywhere. Impressing her from scratch was the only way he could climb back into her favoured books.

Standing up, he shot an angered glance at the blonde girl that had cost him his place on her right hand side. How dare she take this from him? "Filthy Barbara S. of a veela!" he spat at her and turned his back. At that point he wasn't too fond of Ardent either. He would have to confront him when Lady Ombrelune wasn't present. Who would mind if he was to disappear subtly?

"I shall alert the others to come to Mistress's home," he told her and turned around. He shook his body and felt the last part of his wings suck into his back. He readied himself to apparate and wondered where he should go first...