These women... these witches... they were different, and it wasn't at all hard to tell from how they carried themselves. But these two, they were the witches they had been searching for over the last few weeks, and now they had found them. Now, getting them to tag along would be the hard part. The twins heard Charlie speaking to the one with hair that appeared grey, but how was that? She couldn't have been older than her mid twenties, so why the grey hair? And now they were met by another girl, her eyes tired, but she held beauty in her face, beneath the dirt and matted hair. She looked like the woman named Abagail, which was reaffirmed by the greying girl calling her Abby. She had to be Emily. The next question caused them to look at each other, and they watched as Emily stepped towards Abagail and she sighed. "I don't believe they pose a threat, but you know how I am." She admitted, "They say they're with the Order of the Phoenix. Said we were personally named as important by Dumbledore." Emily said, her eyes giving Abagail a knowing look. Emily could check into it, as much as she didn't want to. Forcing contact with a spirit had immense drawbacks, but she didn't think there was another choice. She looked to the men and back to Abagail, then her eyes drifted to their small tent, "I just need a minute, Abby." She gave her friend a knowing look as she entered the small tent. She waved her wand over her hair first, allowing the magic to dye her hair back to its normal sandy blonde color, and then she sat on the floor and closed her eyes. She had placed a muffling spell on the tent so they couldn't hear her as she spoke. She began with a chant in Latin, and once she opened her eyes, the normal emerald.color was hazy and she spoke now in English. "Dumbledore, I know you can hear me. I need your help, there are men here who say you spoke of Abagail and myself, and I cant... I won't bring myself to trust them, not after..." her voice trailed off. Soon a form appeared, but it didn't speak, it moved past Emily, as if looking outside, and a cold hand came to her shoulder. "Trust them." It spoke before disappearing and Emily let out a long sigh, but soon another form came. One she had seen countless times before. It grabbed her shoulders and shook her. Her father. "They're coming." He spoke, and soon Emily shook herself from her trance. - Fred and George watched as Emily disappeared into the small tent, so they could relax a little. Maybe. Fred spoke first, "I am Fred Weasley, and these are my brothers, George and Charlie." "You must be Abagail, right?" George asked, taking a picture and file out of his bag. The file just detailed a few important bits of information on her, like her name and genealogy. He allowed her to look at the file before he offered her a jacket too. Fred nodded. "I promise, we're just trying to help." He began, "I know it may not mean much, but it's a promise." George gave a nod before the tent flew open, and the once grey hair girl was blonde.now. "We have to get out of here, now." She said, and the twins looked baffled as Emily began packing up the campsite, and she put out the fire. She looked to the three men. "Well? Come on, are you going to help us or not?" Was that their approval? Well Fred and George nodded and began helping pack, using their wands for light. "Once you're done, we'll disapparate." Fred said. "We can't. I set up a no apparation perimeter to be safe. We have to get to the end of it. It's not too far off." Emily said. She threw her bag over her shoulder. "Abby, lead them. I will hang back and keep them busy. I'll meet you there." Fred and George rose a brow. "Them?" They asked. "The snatchers. Now, go with Abagail. I'll be alright." She said as she bounded out of the cave and the twins looked to Charlie and then to Abagail. This wasn't good. "Go after her." Fred hissed to George. "No, she told us to go with Abagail, and have you forgotten how vicious she was." He whispered back before looking to Charlie before the voices came. "Time to go." Fred said, grabbing Abagail's hand before they bounded off, "Sorry, love, for being so aggressive here, but we do needy o get out of here." George reaffirmed. - Emily ran into the forest, in the direction she had come from with the Weasleys and sure enough, there they were. The snatchers. "Lookie here. It's the Blondie. Oh, he'd be pleased if we brought her back." Her wand was at her side and soon Greyback approached through the group. "Not before we've had our fun. Where's your friend?" "Go to hell." She spat, throwing a few spells before making a hard left into the forest. She had spent time here as a child and knew she simply had to run into the clearing up ahead. The moon would be out soon, and Greyback was a werewolf... it'd be easy to escape while he went at his own team.