Maja had been uncharacteristically restless all day.
The Klyk Vampira alumna must have been up and down from her desk a hundred times – and there were still several hours left in the workday. She had offered to run nearly every errand her supervisor needed, not out of wanting to show-up her co-workers (who were, in Maja’s opinion, coincidentally quite lazy) but because she was having the most
difficult time remaining still long enough to get her desk-work done. Maja was self-aware enough to realize there was no sense in fighting it, so she had endeavored to keep as physically busy as possible today until the restlessness passed.
Her subconsciously-frayed nerves were not completely unfounded, she knew. It was no secret that tensions at Durmstrang had reached an all-time high after months of discontent had made the transition to outright hostility. The current Headmistress – a professor from Koldovstoretz – had placed the entire school on lockdown in response to the Russian Ministry’s investigation. A clear indication that matters were proceeding just
flawlessly.
Maja felt a surge of white-hot anger at the thought of her youngest sibling being subjected to this sort of environment. She remembered all too well what it had been like – in her own fourth year, incidentally – the last time the Russian Ministry had gotten involved at Durmstrang. Lessons were interrupted, students interrogated, mail searched, an even stricter curfew enforced, uniform and bed checks, tighter restrictions on visiting Primorsk… and all of that had culminated in the relocation of Durmstrang from Kaliningrad to Novaya Zemlya that summer. Was that history destined to repeat itself in so short a time? She couldn’t be sure; but she
did know that she wanted her brother far out of range. Father had been working increasingly long hours, trying to negotiate with the Russian Ministry and offer aid, and she knew Elias had been as well.
She shouldn’t really have been surprised, then, when she returned to her desk (after perhaps the fiftieth errand, though this one had proven rather lengthy) to find a hastily-scribbled note in exceptionally familiar handwriting – but her mouth had gone bone-dry all the same, and she had needed to read it several times before she actually processed its significance. Her stomach contracted involuntarily.
Maja whirled around to question her co-worker across the aisle as to when the note had been left, but he was – unsurprisingly,
damn him – nowhere to be found. Her mind whirred. How long had she been gone? Thirty minutes? An hour? Biting back a squeal of frustration, Maja clutched the note in her left hand and strode briskly to her supervisor’s office, rapping lightly but urgently on the office door. Liesel Müller was a reasonable woman… surely, she would have no qualms with giving her leave to go. Especially with how helpful Maja had been today. Though, hopefully, the older woman wouldn’t perceive this as premeditated in that light…
The nineteen-year-old clasped her hands firmly behind her back, so their trembling wouldn’t betray just how uneasy she was. The door opened, and Maja was bidden to enter.
“
Guten tag, Frau Müller,” she began courteously, but jumped directly to the point. “Apologies for the interruption, but I’ve just had a note from my brother, Elias – family emergency. May I be excused? I’d be happy to pick up the missed hours later this week as compensation.” She spoke clearly but quickly, hoping to convey urgency but at the same time quell the rising panic in her chest. Maja could see the letters spelled out before her, plain as day:
“His safety may be at stake”Her pulse jumped wildly in her throat; frankly, she would have been astonished if Frau Müller could not see it. Fortunately, the older woman offered sympathetic assent and ushered her off without asking further questions; gracefully, Maja took her leave and all but sprinted down the hallway, skirts flying (and suddenly grateful that her damned co-worker was nowhere in sight to witness such disarray), and collected herself just long enough to visualize the village before leaving her cubicle behind with a loud
CRACK.
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The first thing Maja processed upon her successful Apparation was quite a lot of shouting, and the thunder of footsteps akin to a small herd of stampeding hippogriffs. She had appeared in a part of the town she hadn’t frequented, and it took her an agonizing few moments to orient herself. Cursing her hastiness, the German witch brushed aside the loose pieces of hair that had escaped her formerly-perfectly-coiffed bun and hurried towards the castle. She had arrived perhaps thirty seconds too late to hear the Headmistress’s announcement reverberate throughout the town.
On first glance, she felt almost relieved – the school wasn’t in flames, like she’d heard had been the case at the British school Hogwarts back in September. Bile rose in her throat, but she swallowed aggressively to combat it. No time for that, now. Then her heart took its opportunity to take up residence in a place it shouldn’t be as she recognized a familiar form a ways up the path.
“Elias!” she called out, gathering her skirts –
why had she decided to wear a skirt today, of all days?! – and hightailing it towards her brother’s retreating form. Maja was no athlete, but today adrenaline fueled her, and she caught him up more quickly than she’d anticipated.
“What’s happened?” Her pale blue-gray eyes were bright with adrenaline and fury. “Bring me up to speed.”