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As she continued to be stuck in the terror that was being intensified by the scream stuck in her throat, Zara barely registered Emory's arms around her. The panic soon gave way to the feeling of nausea as her body started to wean off the adrenaline rush and her thoughts became her own voice again. Her ears were ringing and dizziness soon overwhelmed her body as she heard the sound of the doors slamming. The smell of the clover however snapped her quickly into attention.

She leaned slightly against Emory as he helped her to her feet. While she appreciated the help, she didn't like feeling vulnerable. She didn't want anyone, least of all him, to think she was crazy. Zara had enough people in her life leave on the very basis that she was mentally insane. She couldn't bear to have him think that as well. They were in a specialized group. They were on a mission to save lives. She had to be strong.

The nausea however returned with a vengeance as the room moved. She slightly swayed on her feet as a feeling of immense dread and hatred drifted through her. Zara wasn't surprised when panic was added to the mix once the little girl ran into the room. Sticking out an arm, she propped her hand up against the nearby wall to steady herself. The woman took in a steadying breath before looking into the girl's mind. Her thoughts were clouded with even more panic and terror; Zara couldn't pinpoint what exactly the girl was scared of. Not hearing Vespa's mother, she clenched her free hand into a tight fist, allowing her nails to dig into her palm. She didn't want to search out for the woman's mind in case something bad had also happened to her. But, it was her job. She needed to do this.

Reaching out with her mind, she searched for the mother. Once she realized she no longer could detect the woman in the house, she took a staggering breath. Zara not being able to search a person's mind only meant two things: that they were skilled in blocking a Legillimen, or they were dead. She had previously confirmed that the woman was most definitely a Muggle and had no knowledge of magic. Therefore, that only left one only option. With a shake of her head, she was about to pull back when something else tugged at her search. She started to pick up a mind that was filled with incredible vengeance; the thoughts seemed to ooze with loathing. There was only one thing the being wanted, and that was death. It seemed as though death fueled the walls of this house, and the being longed for more of it.

Zara pulled back with a loud gasp and fell against the wall. Her eyes opened quickly and she looked around the room. They needed to get out of here, or they were all the next victims of this house and its demon. Her eyes glanced over at the girl before clearing her throat. She then looked to Emory with a small shake of her head before looking back towards the door. [color=teal]"We need to get out of here. We need to get out of here [i]now[/i]. This is not a drill."[/color]