A Medley of Trouble

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Feb 13th - Mar 16th, 2026

It was a lot of work to search for people that did not want to be found and while Lúthien was more than fine with being tasked with the job, it had been a while since she'd last been tracking down people that didn't feel like being found. While many would probably expect it to be filled with danger and excitment Lúthien knew better. It was a lot of searching through paper trails and other mundane types of things. It was almost like a little bit of a puzzle one was trying to sort out. Things were a lot more complicated considering the people she was looking for knew of her skill sets and had thus done a much better job to avoid getting found. She'd started her search righter after doing all she needed to do on the thirteenth. She'd fetched Ri's girlfriend had had sent her to the Jolly Roger with polyjuice so that she might pretend to be her. There was no way that her targets would allow their guard to slip if they believed her to still be on the mainland. With her being seen on the Jolly Roger and their informant claiming that she remained there, caring for Ri was a perfect cover.

She'd taken a trip to Diagon and Knockturn alley afterwards, picking up the wedding ring she'd bought earlier in order to add it to the letter she was to send her new husband and to drop off a letter for Casimir from Bjorn. She hadn't really bothered to drop in to say hi since well, Cas wasn't really her biggest fan. That and she didn't really feel like talking to him. He was sharp and perceptive and while the battle of wits might have been fun she was in a far too serious state of mind for that sort of banter currently, a detail most might find difficult to believe. After this she'd gone off for the night, into the countryside in order to find an inn to set up her research station and hopefully get a head start on the search. While she could have gone to Felix she knew he'd be a distraction and she couldn't afford a distraction. It would be rude, not to mention far too much to ask of him. To not distract her and offer up his home for what was a not fully lawful investigation. She still had no idea how many rules she'd end up bending to get results after all. Best not to get him in trouble needlessly.

That first night had been long, doing preliminary research to figure out where to start and which path to take. Backtracking on them was an option but it would be a lot more difficult since she wasn't fully sure how big the crew was and how many of them had actually been directly involved in the kidnapping and how many might have been on shore or elsewhere for the sake of getting the girl to the next location as quickly as possible without leaving a trail that would be easy for Bjorn to follow. She needed to figure out exactly where they had been before the plan took off, as that was the best guess in figuring out where they were hiding now. It couldn't be a fully new location, as that was too great a risk. It was probably familiar to least one of the crew he'd assembled. After making it to the inn and renting a room she'd gone out for the first round of... collections.

Having the needed materials wasn't half the issue, but she did need to also find the money. Luckily the instructions Bjorn had left her on his letter had been easy to follow and as soon as she was certain she had all memorised she'd burned the letter as he'd asked. She didn't want a paper trail for anybody to follow any more than he did. They both had their interests to protect and it was to both their benefits that neither his money nor she would be easy to locate. She hadn't spent a lot of time with his treasure horde, although the sight of it had temporarily left her quite impressed and smirking brightly. She took no more than she expected to need, since life for her had never been about things so many people pursued. It wasn't about love or wealth or fame for her, but merely living as freely as possible. While some would argue money was very useful for that purpose Lúthien was quite aware there were limits. At some point the money begged for more and greed started to rear quite an ugly head. Very few managed to resist the temptations that money, power and influence had to offer in life.

She'd started in London and Inverness, both where she worked and where she lived, in order to see if they had tried to take her from a different place first. It had meant mostly stealing security tapes from muggles store in both towns but that was quite the easy task. Copy them with magic and nobody would be any wiser anythign was missing. She had managed to get her hands on at least a bunch of muggle records that way already since they were particularly easy to steal and now found herself on a bed in a seedy inn with all the paperwork and tapes in front of her and a milkshake in her hands as she carefully read and analysed the mess in front of her. It was going to be a long night. At least nobody was likely to disturb her here, as she'd paid quite a sum to avoid even the visits from roomservice to clean the place. She didn't need them throwing away things she still needed. At best she'd have food sent to the room, but so far the milkshake was all she really needed.

Lúthien sighed deeply as she put yet another sheet aside, starting the television and starting up the first security video from one of the London malls in the area closest to the ministry. It was probably best to figure out if they had considered stealing her from her own space before deciding to steal her off the ship. It was probably a far bigger thorn in Bjorns eye that she'd been stolen from right under his nose, which meant that they could have chosen to do so. It would certainly mean a lot more preparation and careful planning, but it also made them a lot more difficult to trace. She knew she'd be a lot more angry if Felix would have been kidnapped right from under her own nose. Though in her case she'd also be angry at him for being stupid enough to get himself kidnapped. Yet the security feed proved easy to acquire and it was clear from how the cameras were placed stealing her from a public area like her local mall would be... well impossible without being discovered very quickly. Considering her family was largely involved with law enforcement that would have been a really stupid move on their end. It had been breadcrums in terms of London at least but it had been a start.

The rest of the feeds were mostly from Inverness, which had a far less impressive security system than London did. The material was enough though and she needed about the entire night to get through and by morning she was exhausted from the complete lack of information. Not even a trace of a single burner phone purchased or anything like rope or food. If they had done any shopping to prepare they had not been doing it in London or Inverness, which was a nightmare. If she wanted to check out all areas then it would take several months to check all security footage and even then she would have to consider they were on the screen but in disguise with polyjuice potion. By the time morning came Lúthien had finished a ridiculous amount of smoothies, milkshakes and coffee and was still exhausted. The first jobs she'd tackled were always tracking down muggles and well, they were easy. Yet she'd found many wizards forgot muggles when it came to escaping so it was often a good enough place to start. Clearly these mutineers had not made the same mistakes as the people she'd previously been tasked to track down. They'd managed to steer clear of the more obvious area's or had not even bothered to consider the option of kidnapping the girl in any other location than the ship. Hit where it hurt most was starting to look like the most logical option for the scenario.

The next several days went by similarly. Lúthien mostly focussed her attention on finding and contacting some of her criminal connections in order to gain information. The monetary trades were a lot easier to take care of with the funds that Bjorn had provided her with, yet no amount of money seemed to be able to buy an easy resolution to her problem. She'd picked the money right up after sending the letter with the ring to Felix but was almost starting to wonder if it was a waste of time. She'd found herself often fidgetting with the band around her own finger as she was lost in thought. By the fourth day Lúthien was getting highly irritated. It wasn't usually this difficult to find even the slightest trace of hiding people. She found herself getting somewhat stressed. She'd hoped to already be able to deliver some form of information to Bjorn but clearly she had nothing yet. Were they even in the UK? While it was very much possible that they were she knew she couldn't neglect the option they'd left the country any longer without actually trying to connect to her people abroad. Perhaps they'd end up giving her leads, even if it was a big risk for her to take.

That evening Lúthien went to what Felix had called her house as well as his, opting to stay there for the night to relax and refocus. She knew it was no use for her to go abroad highly stressed and strung up. Such things affected the ability to focus and she'd need it more if she were to step into her old social spaces. She was too well known and well, some people really wanted her dead and not even her abilities would save her forever. She showed up at Felix's (and her?) house in the middle of the night, easily crawling into his bed to greet him. "Sorry for showing up this late." She muttered as she greeted him with a brief kiss. "I can't stay long. I'll be leaving in the morning, before breakfast." She warned him. It was a little odd to think this was the first night since the wedding she was spending with her husband and she barely had time for him. Not exactly the honeymoon people would desire, right? She didn't want him to get his hopes up in terms of how long she'd be with him though, so it was best to be transparant about her plans. She kissed him once more and held him close, allowing herself a single night of distraction before she crept back out before the break of dawn as he was sleeping. A shadow in the night, but hopefully one he'd have no objections to seeing. She couldn't afford to be much more currently after all.

She left the country in the early hours, off to find traces with some of her foreign connections. While it had been quite a few years since she'd spoken to most of them she knew they would be able and willing to help. If they didn't get their provisions in the UK, it meant they had to get them from elsewhere and Hy-brasil was not quite likely. Yet the travel made her a bit nervous as well, since it had been a while since she'd seen them and well, her ex would likely murder her if he found her. Normally she wouldn't have cared all that much, but she had a job to do and she hated the idea of dying with an unfinished job to her name.

Her first contact was easy to find as he always hauled up in the same place. She walked in with an air of indifference, her eyes twinkling as they set on the man. "Well well...." She muttered as she took a seat at the bar, her true face on display clear as day. "If it isn't Jespice Cane...." She said as she looked around at the scantily clad ladies around her. "I've come here to see about purchasing some... information." She said, her eyes going over one of the girls walking around. A truly pretty young thing, even though Lúthien couldn't say she was all that interested in woman. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the part veela before her. He was attractive and well, he'd given her the cat she'd left in care of of her adoptive parents. "Lúthien..." Jespice said in surprise, a smile playing on his lips. "It's been a while." He said, his eyes sizing her up, stopping for a moment on the band on her finger. "But I guess some unexpected things happened?" He asked with a raised brow and a quirky smile on his lips. Lúthien laughed for a moment. "Less than you'd expect." She said in honesty. "Can we talk in private?" She then asked.

Jespice led her to a room in the back where she noticed his eyes looking her over with that same odd sense of regret he always seemed to carry in them. Lúthien knew what it was and her smile evaporated. She walked over and gave him a quick hug, smiling in a comforting matter. "So you've seen them, I suppose?" She asked with a sadness to her voice. Jespice nodded. "The twins are getting older now. I suspect they'll soon be getting their Durmstrang letters." Lúthien nodded briefly. "Good, I suppose. At least the future was kind for one of us." She said with a nearly regretful sigh as she seated herself. Jespice looked and smiled a melancholy smile back at her. "I take it you're not here for a social call then."

Despite taking the time to catch up slightly over a drink or two Lúthien found she had a lot more in terms of information after speaking with Jespice than she'd had before. Jespice had his hands deep in the criminal underworld and like her he had plenty of international connections. It turned out the mutineers had indeed been preparing but according to all available current information they hadn't been specifically seen in the last days. Jespice did promise to write her if they showed up somewhere. "Can I share my thoughts?" He asked near the end of their conversation as he considered the information she'd shared thus far. Lúthien nodded for a moment, frowning as she wondered what to do next. "I have heard about the reputation of the Jolly Roger, and it's captain." Jespice said in a matter of fact tone. "You've been active around most of Europe, but for some reason the UK has been avoided in terms of criminal activities. The reasons make more sense now, and you won't find me sharing them, but if I were to hide from your Captain I'd pick the place where he doesn't want to be known as a criminal. They're probably closer to home than you'd expect. Look for news on stolen polyjuice potions. That's probably the best place to start." Lúthien nodded regretfully. He probably had a fair point, but at least he'd keep his eyes open now to see if they did resurface. "Thanks Jes." Lúthien said as she grabbed her coat to leave. "Just remember that we are not our parents. Your father...." She trailed off, looking him straight in his icy grey eyes. He smiled a grim canine smile as he shrugged. "I know Lúthy. We all did once."

The journey home was mostly spent coming up with a strategy. She knew that the entire criminal underworld in the UK was likely to be looking for at least the leader. All his henchmen would probably also be on the watch list and thus they wouldn't be able to purchase goods from the black market like they otherwise probably would have. The underworld was a very dangerous place to those in bad favour. To those with no connections but trying to live a life of crime very few places were safe. It was about keeping a low profile. Lúthien stopped by a store to pick up a map, figuring that was the next best place to start.

That night she found herself in the same appartment, coffee once again in hand as she stared at the map with a red marker in her other hand. She sipped at the coffee as she mapped out all the communities that were either fully magical or mixed between muggles and magical in such a way that stores were easily available. She'd mostly ruled out London, but still noted the shopping districts there. By the end of the night she had several areas lit on her map where she expected good hiding spots might be. Isolated communities, mostly muggle, but all close enough to multiple magical shopping districts or renowned figures that were capable of brewing polyjuice potions. She wriggled her nose for a moment, since it was still a big list. "Newspapers tomorrow..." She muttered to herself. "And gossip on theft...." She added mentally. It was unlikely that illegal batches of polyjuice potion would be reported stolen after all. That and possible magic weapons needed to be considered.

It took her about a week to get her work place in order, no longer a whirlwind of papers but a map that held any accounts or gossip of stolen goods of various kinds. It included rumoured sightings as well, although most of those had been dead ends and false leads so far. Still she kept track of any she had not been able to fully verify, since those might well have been misdirections from their actual locations. There were several options available now, and she'd taken to scouting those locations over the course of the day in various disguises. While it mostly led to quiet days where little happened she found herself to feel as though progress was at least possible. Rumours from the underground and talk amongst the locals about odd new neighbours were soon included in the search until a mere number of five possible locations remained. All quite far apart, but still all decent and reasonable options.

It was during one of those days that Lúthien noted a rather peculiar young fellow exiting one of the houses. While she knew it was possible they'd noticed her keeping watch in the town from time to time they must also be aware that she wasn't sure where to go yet. The man had looked at her suspiciously several times and Lúthien had known things were not quite as they should have been. She was supposed to be on the Jolly Roger for all they knew, but perhaps word had escaped that she had been sighted elsewhere. Cursing softly she instantly made plans to write a letter for Bjorn to request him to ask Renfri to do a round of intimidation on board the ship to establish that she was indeed still on board. If her cover was blown it would make them a lot more wary. Besides, their spy on board would never expect Bjorn to allow a stranger on board, or at least Lúthien didn't think they'd suspect that. It was her best bet currently.

Still she couldn't take risks so she followed the man best she could without letting him realise it. She knew he was on to her the moment he started weaving into alleys and gritted her teeth in frustration. If she let him get away news would surely get out but she was probably walking into a trap. Damned be her loyalty to her captain, but she'd take the bait this time around. She grabbed a dagger ready as well as her wand. She always felt a lot better when capable of using both means to defend herself, although the little issue she currently had where she felt the pain she inflicted on others didn't really help much in a fight. She could handle it just fine as long as she was in control of the situation but this time she was likely walking into an ambush of sorts. She could feel her innate magic struggling to break free of her control and took a moment to calm herself. Ambush or not, she could deal with this. She'd survived too much in her life to die in some countryside alley in an ambush by one idiot. Or well, more than one for that matter.

Her footsteps were careful and quiet as she proceeded down the alley. She found it most disturbing that she didn't really hear much in front of her, which suggested they had either disapparated or they had a very quiet type of ambush planned to take her out quickly. Well that certainly wasn't going to happen. She'd never go down quietly. She walked, forcing her bodylanguage to relax, even though she stayed very tense, expecting a battle at any moment. She didn't have to wait very long, as a sudden movement caught her eye. She barely managed to dodge the first spell he slung her way and blocked a second before she got around to a counter attack. The man was clearly used to duels and fights and she already saw the gleam of metal that suggested his fighting style might well be similar to her own, enchancing a magical dual with muggle weaponry. That... was a bit of a problem. His next few attacks followed in rapid succession as she warded off most, but she could feel the sting as some of the curses wrecked havoc on her arms and legs. Yet she could also feel the satisfying sting of the curses that she managed to land. While he kept his face mostly neutral she had the advantage that she knew exactly how much it hurt him because her gift from the wyrdness allowed her to feel the pain she inflicted.

The duel continued for only a few minutes before he decided to attempt to use her own tactics against her. Luckily for her, he wasn't used to combining them like she was. He only had throwing knives and most of them didn't come close, since he was obviously not very well trained with his non-dominant hand. Lúthien managed to scramble back from one of these attacks a little in order to grab one of the knives he'd thrown (why waste a good knife) while blocking one of his spells and sending it flying back at him. The piercing sensation was easily felt for both of them around his ribs and Lúthien knew he wouldn't have much of a fight left if he had any intentions to survive. He shot a few more spells her way before she managed to disarm him, pinning him down to see if she could find anything in his mind.

There was a very brief glimpse of something, but it was less than a second before his defence was up and she was cast from his mind. He twitched and she could feel the pain as a dagger slowly burried into her shoulder. With one annoyed punch she hit him in the face, knocking him out cold. She cursed, as the dagger made it difficult to actually cast spells and it was her dominant hand. Cursing under her breath she focussed all her attention to concentrate, casting a patronus charm to alert the ministry that she'd found a criminal. Then it was a matter of a full body bind before she disapparated in a quick and disorderly mess.

As she appeared on the doorstep of her husbands appartment she flinched slightly, knowing that getting the knife out was not only going to make a mess, it was likely to lose her quite a bit of blood. She grunted slightly as she forced herself to cast the unlocking charm, stumbling into his apartment. She went to the cupboards, looking in vain for any blood replenishing potions. Well, she figured she should have dated a vampire if she wanted those. She was terribly annoyed with her husband for a moment for not having those in stock but there was little she could do. She took a few deep breaths and carelessly dropped her wand to the floor, since it was of little use with how much she could manage to cast currently.

She stumbled towards the bathroom, not caring much that she'd left a bunch of bloody handprints all over the kitchen. She could clean those up later. She stumbled towards the bathroom, grabbing a towel before pulling the knife out of her shoulder. She inhaled sharply and cursed a few times as she pressed the towel against the wound to stop it from bleeding too much. Well, that towel had it's last day today. She tossed the knife into the sink carelessly and sank down into the shower, breathing fast. This was not how she wanted to spend the day. Yet as she thought on it she only grew more and more convinced that this was probably the biggest clue she had so far. Well, as soon as she had recovered as well as she could she'd send Bjorn a message that she was finally actually on their trail. For now it was just taking a breather while waiting for the wound to close a little and with a bit of luck Felix would come home and heal it, or alternatively stitch it up. If not... well she'd find sowing materials somewhere.

Felix ended up coming home to find Lúthien there, bleeding and after some discussion on bringing her to St. Mungo's (no way) she managed to convince him to do his best and then help her get on her way. It had taken a bit of persuasion but in the end she knew that reminding him of the innocent victim would get her what she needed. He probably wasn't too happy with her though and she'd had to make a few promisses to ensure he went with her requests without a lot of complaining.

The next day she managed to leave the house with a sore shoulder and some potions to help along the recovery. She headed back towards her rented room intantly, ignoring most of the paperwork, save for the map that she'd built up. She'd had most of her effort focussed towards the higher risk zone for a reason, the odds of finding them if they were there was larger. She'd also gotten attacked there, which led her to believe that the idiots were hauled up somewhere else entirely. She frowned slightly as she wrote a small note to Bjorn. On their track, got stabbed. More later. She figured she'd send it later, after she'd gotten all her thoughts on the matter sorted. Right now getting him fully informed would cost far too much time. They'd sent out a perfectly good fighter skilled in occlumency, which couldn't be a coincidence. They could hardly afford to all learn occlumency before starting their plans off since that could take years to learn. Legilimency wasn't exactly easy either after all.

She scrunched up her nose, rubbing at the closed up wound that was still a little sore. No, he was a special case, more likely sent her way than a random encounter that she so happened to track down. Most likely he had been designed as a misdirection, to have her believe she was getting close so they didn't feel the heat under their feet as much. She growled slightly and opened the note to Bjorn again to make an addition. Have Renfri show my face on deck one of these days. I need their spy to spread misinformation to keep them from trying this again. That ought to get the message through. She couldn't be dodging skilled fighters, or worse, assassins, if she was to be looking for his girlfriend. No, she needed to actually be able to concentrate on the job more than on keeping herself alive. For now it was a set back but it didn't need to become a trend.

She looked at her board again, grabbing a marker and crossing off the entire area she'd been in during the attack. Perhaps she'd have been more easily convinced if the man had been fed misinformation or had his memory adjusted rather than with it completely unaccesible. That was one of the first times their attempts to hide only brought her closer. Likely they wouldn't quite dare attack if she did get close, out of fear that she'd grab the information out of the weaker minds. Not to mention it was more likely that she'd know she was getting close if she did get away so they wouldn't have sent only one man after her. It would likely be a group and calling in back up to ensure the only way she'd leave would be in a coffin. Not that such a thing was completely new to her. Yet this development meant that only three options remained, but she needed to make sure it wasn't her face that was seen in the coming period. Perhaps they'd believe that she'd snuck back to the Jolly Roger after getting injured. It was her best bet at least. If they realised she was still on their trail it was about to get a lot harder than just a knife in the shoulder.

The next few days she thought up a strategy in order to scout out all the possible locations without being present herself. It was going to cost a pretty sum but with Bjorn pretty much opening his bank account to the problem she knew that wasn't going to be the biggest issue. She'd found three suitable people in the end, none of them too skilled at fighting but all of them good at shielding their minds. She'd tried it out herself to be sure. She'd promised them all quite a hefty sum for any and all information, provided they didn't share their purpose. It had not been too difficult to persuade them, least of all since they all understood that knowing less also meant they were less at risk. She'd shown them who the primary people to look out for were and had asked them to get in the gossip of the locals as well.

Then followed the hardest part of all, waiting without actually going out. Information trickled in at what felt like an excruciatingly slow pace. Theft, uncommon situations, two out of the three people she'd sent out as spies had come back with plenty. One had simply reported back that there was nothing to report. Lúthien was quite aware she could not just tell Bjorn half the information, as it would either lead him to do something rash or simply get on his nerves. He wanted the information that he could use and just a village was not enough. She sighed, at least certain of her next move by now.

It was one week of observing the interactions between a couple that was struggling  little financially but all in all decently happy. Neither of them was skilled in terms of occlumency but she didn't need that for this purpose. After a week she laid contact with the woman, offering her a luxury get away and a ridiculous sum of money for allowing her to impersonate her for about a week. It wasn't too surprising that the woman said yes, although with a few doubts. Lúthien took what she needed for her polyjuice potion supply and sent the woman off without a goodbye to her husband, informing her not to warn him or call. While a little scared, she accepted. Naturally she did, the two were expecting a child, although she hadn't dared to her husband that yet. They were not in the best place financially to care for the child, although they would be if the woman did as she'd been told.

Lúthien then proceeded to take the man to the quiet village where she expected the girl to be hidden. It was a tiresome occassion, but the man was decent enough to his wife and quick to pick up something had changed. Arnold, as he was called, called her over for a conversation at some point. "Viv..." He said a little hesitantly as Lúthien sat down, trained as much as the short time had allowed her to act as the woman would. "You've been odd lately. Ever since that job interview... did..." He hesitated, running a hand through his frizzy hair. "Did something happen?" Lúthien gave the man a small smile, biting her lip slightly. "No, not there. I uh..." She paused, looking out the window for a moment. "I got word recently of a deceased family member that left us quite a bit of cash. I just..." She looked down, fretting with the hem of the womans dress. "I didn't want to be too optimistic before the money actually came through, just in case..." She let it trail off there, since she knew he'd understand. He nodded for a moment, seeming to consider her words.

After a long moment he sighed and smiled slightly. "I get it. That's why you wanted to look at those apartments then?" He asked curiously and she gave a bit of a 'caught' smile. "We can probably afford one. I figured it wouldn't hurt to look around a little, since it won't cost us anything." They luckily lived close enough to be within walking range and Lúthien had every plan to ensure they could afford the place and even back them up financially for the aid they provided. Naturally she couldn't exactly tell that to the husband but he seemed to take her excuses to heart. His wife would probably explain some of it later, just to make sure he knew what was going on. She was a kind soul and so was he and they deserved good things. It was a mostly quiet evening, although Viv (as she now was temporarily known) had taken up a habit to take an evening stroll to calm her nerves. Luckily for Lúthien Vivian had always been the type to take evening strolls so it merely was an adjustment on the routes for sake of variation to ensure she saw what she needed. Lúthien was meticulous when she needed her job done well.

A mere two days of pretending to be Vivian and being the woman pretending to be overly nice to the neighbours before she got the break she needed. Surprisingly it all happened as she was out doing the daily shopping in order to cook dinner. With a book. And a recipe. It was the part that Lúthien dispised most about her disguise, playing house wife. Felix definitively hadn't married her for those skills. The only things she usually bothered to keep neat and clean were her guns and knives and none of those were currently at her disposal. If the husband found them they'd be too difficult to explain. They'd be on his mind and arouse suspicions. Yet unexpectedly she was buying fresh ingredients (why Vivian, why?) as she happened across one of the more gossip prone woman of the area.

"Vivian! Oh my dear you wouldn't believe what I heard!" The woman started, walking over to Lúthien with a smile and speaking in an almost conspiratorial whisper. "You know those boys that moved in several weeks back? The ones in building that odd looking house?" She said and Lúthien nodded briefly, not wanting to take any risks. The woman must have told Vivian about them before. "Well Joanne swore she saw them this morning in the supermarket. Now I know that isn't all that strange but hear this, they bought some really strange things." The woman had an excited glint in her eyes and Lúthien frowned in fake confusion as she looked at the other woman. "What kind of strange things?" She asked with a small smile on her face. The woman leaned in with a wicked smile. "Oh all sorts of things. Rope, cleaning agents of all kinds and I think a building crew would hire other people for that. Bolt cutters too. For a construction company they are woefully unprepared, don't you think? So I asked Joanne if she called the police...." The woman was positively buzzing with exitement now. "Said she didn't think of it! She felt a little dizzy and didn't even think about how strange it was until later. I told her she smokes too much, but she doesn't really listen to me, you know how she is." The woman rattled on, motioning and happily chattering. Lúthien frowned slightly. "Which construction site was it? The one near Lumbers or on the other side of town?" She asked. "I don't want to be going near such trouble." She said, with a very faint implication that the woman instantly picked up on. "Oh I understand. It's the one near Lumbers so you just might want to avoid the hairdresser. They totally messed up Georgia's locks so we've been considering finding a new one. Might be a good time now." Lúthien was slightly distracted but managed to drag herself through that conversation regardless.

She knew she had to be careful now that rumour was afoot. The news was a little concerning but it seemed unlikely that anythign too horrible had happened. From the odd shopping list Lúthien found a few essential items to be missing for a swift and clean departure, although Lúthien did try to consider the option that they were attempting to pass as muggles as much as possible to avoid attracting attention. It had worked decently so far at least. She followed the basic daily routine, although her blood was buzzing in her brain as she couldn't wait to finally get the news to her captain that she had probably found their target. No doubt he had kept close to the shores of the UK ever since he'd gotten the first news from her. If there was any chance that she'd found his girlfriend he expected him to be there in mere hours. There was no way he'd want to wait to save her. It was disgustingly adorable to see how much he loved her.

She waited for night to fall, even after her evening stroll. Nothing out of place, not a single hair. Yet after dark she sneaked out of the house like a teen, dressed in black and ready to sneak about with the best cameoflage spell she could manage. She didn't want to be seen. It was clear that they'd set up a few (fairly poor) charms against detection when she got close for the first time. The construction site would keep most of the average muggles out and since there were no very clear violations of the law in their illusion it made sense that no inspectors had attempted to get in yet either. She frowned slightly, taking some time to survey as she complied a message for Bjorn. It was best to give him as much information as possible. She sketched a quick map of the area, although she knew she couldn't risk actually sneaking in. It wasn't sure what they'd do to the girl if they thought they were under attack. If they caught them unawares their odds were best.

She sneaked back to the house and sent a letter to the woman first. While her vacation wasn't as long as expected she was probably keen on coming back to start living her own life again. Next was crafting the letter to Bjorn. She wanted to make sure she got all the information down so she actually invested a few hours into compiling and crafting a letter that had all the important information without using too many details that added no value to a battle plan. It was quite the headache to make and it took her multiple attempts before she was satisfied. When she was done she retrieved her wand from it's hiding place and managed (with some effort) to conjure a patronus, which she sent off to Bjorn. Now all that she had left to do was wait.

"I found them. A letter with more detail is on the way. They're hiding in Hawick."