"You both have taken leave of your senses," she said, not surprised at Wilson's treachery. He just never seemed to be on the right page at the right time. As for Vincent's reference to Archer, bah! The woman hadn't stuck around long enough to command firewhiskey out of a bottle. She had no faith in her whatsoever. She seemed to be more figment than fact in this whole business. No, she was directing her attention to Vincent. "Hogwarts is hardly safe for Jess. He isn't exactly getting 5 Star treatment here right now. And for your information, there are still a few safe places left in the world besides here.
"I want Jess, and I want him now," she stood up to Vincent, her voice still calm but iron firm. "I thought you had more control over your little professors than this, but you don't seem to be able to control him even when he does agree with you. You're better than this. You can't fool me with that whole 'he's-safer-with-me' business. I don't see you acting out of any desire to be charitable to the man, but there really is nothing more he can do to be of any service to you with. Or--let him go, and keep me. I'll be your hostage." She calmly then turned to Wilson.
"Go ahead. Kill me. Do you think I'm afraid of you, you bloody great fool? Next time you threaten me, find something I'm actually afraid of, would you?" Death, death, death. That's all they could think of. As if that bothered her. Idiots--they'd forgotten that a true Gryffindor, not to mention a Lupin. never ran from death. Never. It only proved to her that neither of them understood her or her family.
"I'm ignoring your errand boy here, Vincent, " she turned back to him, putting her wand in her bag. "You can let him kill two unarmed people if that pleases you. But we are leaving. Unless you'd prefer to keep me instead. Either way, Jess is leaving--safe and unharmed."
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