Slip and fall if I take one more step
There's safety in numbers, I guess
But I'm going rogue in the wild, wild west
January 4th, 1889 — A Shady Magical Beast Shop, Knockturn Alley
Things had rather taken an unexpected and highly unwelcome turn. Life as Mrs. Tiberius Lestrange was hardly the mundane, dull affair she had expected but for all the abnormal stuff that had befallen her since her wedding, waking up in a cage was definitely a new one. Perhaps it was a sign that she ought to have returned to a more civilized way of life instead of roaming around as a lynx most of the time, avoiding life and the husband she couldn't think of without a bad taste in her mouth.
Having neglected to register her animagus form she knew she couldn't afford to reveal herself and this irritating little fact had lead to her subsequent capture and apparent imprisonment. For the sake of her pride she had at least been ambushed by a wizard, but the problem remained: how could she escape without making the sort of headline she'd never live down should she somehow manage to live through it.
Her first plan had consisted of waiting until no one was looking, turning back, and magicking herself out of the cage and disapparating before anyone could see or stop her. The plan immediately hit a stumbling block when she realized that she couldn't seem to turn back, apparently the confines of the cage went beyond metal bars. Plan B was to wait for someone to let her out, surely they couldn't expect her to live indefinitely in such cramped confines? She wasn't sure how much time had already elapsed since her initial capture and the present seeing as she'd been unconscious long enough to be relocated but she was beyond fed up already.
After what felt like hours of waiting for any kind of opportunity, the sound of a bell tinkling jolted her out of her stupor and she suddenly realized she must be in a public establishment of some kind, probably a shop. From her vantage point she could just about make out someone's feet, if she could just draw their attention she might able to get that opportunity to escape. To her delight the feet seemed to be heading in her direction. Tig thrust a paw through the bars and made what she hoped were some compelling lynx noises, pawing at the person's leg insistently.
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Having neglected to register her animagus form she knew she couldn't afford to reveal herself and this irritating little fact had lead to her subsequent capture and apparent imprisonment. For the sake of her pride she had at least been ambushed by a wizard, but the problem remained: how could she escape without making the sort of headline she'd never live down should she somehow manage to live through it.
Her first plan had consisted of waiting until no one was looking, turning back, and magicking herself out of the cage and disapparating before anyone could see or stop her. The plan immediately hit a stumbling block when she realized that she couldn't seem to turn back, apparently the confines of the cage went beyond metal bars. Plan B was to wait for someone to let her out, surely they couldn't expect her to live indefinitely in such cramped confines? She wasn't sure how much time had already elapsed since her initial capture and the present seeing as she'd been unconscious long enough to be relocated but she was beyond fed up already.
After what felt like hours of waiting for any kind of opportunity, the sound of a bell tinkling jolted her out of her stupor and she suddenly realized she must be in a public establishment of some kind, probably a shop. From her vantage point she could just about make out someone's feet, if she could just draw their attention she might able to get that opportunity to escape. To her delight the feet seemed to be heading in her direction. Tig thrust a paw through the bars and made what she hoped were some compelling lynx noises, pawing at the person's leg insistently.
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