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May. 23rd, 2010 05:50 pmWell, that was invigorating.
It's hard to remember the danger of self-implosion while running until it smacks one in the face. Ow. Literally.
I think someone in that cantina must have reported me. I'm actually impressed, I didn't think Voldemort's network was anything like effective in Spain.
I'd decided that I needed to work my way back to Bordeaux to make sure all is in readiness on my end for this June, but that since Nigel had such a large presence in France, I'd come up through Spain.
I didn't figure they'd track me so quickly. The only thing I can think of is that someone wanted that reward money. Guess it was my accent, or maybe the fact that I had that bottle of Firewhiskey on Tuesday. Shouldn't have stayed in one place long enough to write that Grim Truth, I guess. Well, however they did it, they found me. I'd taken a room Thursday - just for a while to clear my head, shower, watch the televised news - and I saw the two agents coming up the walk. I'd have Apparated, but I'd only stepped out of the shower. By the time I pulled on trousers and crammed everything else into my rucksack, they were blasting away the door.
I hexed back with everything I had and Apparated out of there - yeah, without ginger root, there wasn't time. Changed to Padfoot and headed north on foot for a little, but discovered my paw was hurting. That's when I realised I'd taken a little shrapnel from the door - in my arm and a few splinters along my face and neck. Nothing serious, mind - nothing I can't clean up and heal in a few hours - but bad enough that I'm not making a lot of ground as Padfoot for the next day.
I'll hole up - and no conspicuous whiskey-drinking! - and tomorrow I may try to head into the mountains and make my way to Bordeaux as stealthily as possible.
It's hard to remember the danger of self-implosion while running until it smacks one in the face. Ow. Literally.
I think someone in that cantina must have reported me. I'm actually impressed, I didn't think Voldemort's network was anything like effective in Spain.
I'd decided that I needed to work my way back to Bordeaux to make sure all is in readiness on my end for this June, but that since Nigel had such a large presence in France, I'd come up through Spain.
I didn't figure they'd track me so quickly. The only thing I can think of is that someone wanted that reward money. Guess it was my accent, or maybe the fact that I had that bottle of Firewhiskey on Tuesday. Shouldn't have stayed in one place long enough to write that Grim Truth, I guess. Well, however they did it, they found me. I'd taken a room Thursday - just for a while to clear my head, shower, watch the televised news - and I saw the two agents coming up the walk. I'd have Apparated, but I'd only stepped out of the shower. By the time I pulled on trousers and crammed everything else into my rucksack, they were blasting away the door.
I hexed back with everything I had and Apparated out of there - yeah, without ginger root, there wasn't time. Changed to Padfoot and headed north on foot for a little, but discovered my paw was hurting. That's when I realised I'd taken a little shrapnel from the door - in my arm and a few splinters along my face and neck. Nothing serious, mind - nothing I can't clean up and heal in a few hours - but bad enough that I'm not making a lot of ground as Padfoot for the next day.
I'll hole up - and no conspicuous whiskey-drinking! - and tomorrow I may try to head into the mountains and make my way to Bordeaux as stealthily as possible.
