It was a bit of hope.

Perhaps a small bit, but it was enough for the twins who happily obliged to their brother's request to be quiet. Perhaps it wasn't a formal request, but they got the gist of it from how he was talking. Their smiled illuminated their faces near simultaneously, and they picked up their pace a bit. One they laid eyes on the river, George let out a deep sigh. Fred tossed a glance to him, but soon found himself stooping down beside the river and splashing water on his face.

It was cool, but it was good for a wake up call and soon George followed in suit. Perhaps they were close now, and soon the chill came from the wind and Fred shivered a bit before digging through his knapsack, seeing George had already dug out his jacket. Fire sounded wonderful, but soon his thoughts jerked.

"You smell that?" George asked, sniffing the air. His eyes were closed, and soon Fred rose an inquisitive brow. "Smells like fire."

"You're barmey." Fred mumbled, by soon the faint scent carried over the next breeze into his nostrils. "Or not."

Soon George began following it, not caring if his brothers were following him at this rate. He knee it may not be smart, but the fire had to be something! It had to be!

-

Emily's eyes were fixated warily on the fire dancing before her. She and Abby had just barely escaped the Ministry, but they did have two edges. One, Abagail Hawthorne, her only companion, was an Animorphagus. Two, Emily Tearstone was a necromancer, and one who was unafraid of using the unforgivable curses. Her deep emerald eyes hadn't left the fire for a while as she looked to the left of their small campsite where the river was. The cave was working nicely to their advantage, for the moment, and soon Emily laid eyes on her friend and spoke. 

"Abby, I will be back. I need to stretch my legs. All four of them." She said, her body twisting and shifting into the form of a black wolf whose eyes remained humanisticly emerald. She moved from her spot, and she knew her human form looked horrid. She hadn't dyed her hair in about a week and the grey was showing. She was dirty, and her hair, aside from greying, had been knotted so badly she just wore it up.

She moved to the river, down the stream a little and lowered her head and drank, just as a wolf would, but she stopped, her ears peeking a bit. Twigs were being broken nearby, and she moves to investigate the source of the noise. A few moments into walking, even though she was thoroughly exhausted, both physically and mentally, she broke into a run, and stopped at the group she found. If they had been a threat, she would have been warned already, and the fact they we're so close alarmed her.

"George!" One of two identical males hissed as he caught up, and he grabbed the man's arm. "Slow down."

"Whoa." The other, who she assumed was George, said. He had laid eyes on her, and she stood, but her stance lowered and a deep growl came to her throat. They may not have been seen as a threat to the spirits who had been warning her, but she trusted very few. "Whoa, doggie."

She knew better than to howl, but that annoyed her to no end. Her growl deepened, and when the one brought out his wand, her form warped back, and her hands, covered by gloves, came up, but obviously it surprised them, and she brought her wand up and took an offensive stance.

"Who are you, and what business do you have here?" She asked, her wand.moving in a circle. The twins were frozen, and she was growing impatient. "Speak!"

"I'm Fred Weasley, and these are my brothers George and Charlie." Fred spoke, quickly. 

"Freddy, it's one of them." George spoke, hushed, but Emily caught it, and she moved closer.

"What are you talking about?" She demanded, "Speak!"

"We're with the Order of the Phoenix." George said, and Emily's features relaxed slightly, and she looked them over.

"Why are you here?" She asked.

"Looking for people to help." Fred lied, smoothly.

"We found a snatchers with some names and pictures."
George continued. That part wasn't a lie though. They had managed to find a snatchers with those items.

She didn't fully relax, and she looked to them. "Well, we'll just have to see just how truthful you are."

She moved behind them. "Walk, or I will curse you. I will give you direction."

She needed Abagail's judgement, as Emily knew that she was fairly biased, seeing as she wouldn't trust anyone. But the spirits made her fairly certain that bringing them to Abagail would be alright, for now. 

When they got to the camp, Emily whistled. "Abby! We have [I]guests.[/I]"