Somehow, seeing the other brother, Charlie, run after her friend in an attempt to help lifted a lot of the worried weight off Abigail's shoulders. Her apprehension wasn't entirely erased, he was just one wizard after all, but it allowed her the opportunity to take the matter from the forefront of her mind for the time being, allowing her to put all of her concentration on running with the twins. Heart beating frantically in her ears, she was grateful for the hands warm beneath each of her own, grateful for the strength that they provided. "Not far now." She managed to reply to a question about the edge of the spell, ducking around an outstretched branch of a tree. "We didn't want to have it too far in case we needed to run." Of course, she hadn't been the one to set up the no apparation zone, she was terrible with those sorts of spells, so she couldn't be positive where the perimeter was exactly. But it hadn't felt like Emily had been gone long when she had been setting up the defenses earlier... The howling of a werewolf made Abigail's blood run cold, made her miss a step and come crashing down hard on one knee, tearing her robes, and thrusting all of her worries back into her thoughts. Blue eyes going wide, she looked up at the twins with a terrified expression. But before she could open her mouth to begin the plea that sprang to her mind, Fred had already shot down the idea of going back when George brought up the idea. She found herself closing her mouth, contemplating his reassurances that Charlie and Emily were strong, tears stinging at her eyes. Yes, her friend was strong, but strong enough for this?... Blinking back the tears before they could fall, she bit down hard on her lower lip. She had to be strong too. So after getting to her feet, George's hand reassuringly placed on her arm, she didn't fight when they began to lead her into the forest once again. A streak of red that was unmistakably a spell cast by a pursuer suddenly shot out of the trees from behind them, causing Abigail to instinctively duck and reach for her wand, a retaliatory spell shooting back over her shoulder as she waved it in an ark behind her. "Run!" She didn't see who it was that shouted, but she didn't need telling twice before Abigail shot forward into a dead run. "Not far! I'm sure of it! " She squeaked to George when he once again asked about the distance to the perimeter, casting another spell over her shoulder as she did so. Each slam of her foot against the forest floor sent a small jolt through her legs, snapping twigs and sending leaves in small clouds away from her, and Abby felt every step, every heartbeat, every breath, Adrenaline rushing hot into her veins. The world around her seemed to sharpen with clarity and she could feel it in her bones when she reached the edge of the spell, a lightness seeming to spread throughout her body. Then Fred was there, pulling her and George into a suffocating darkness, The sensation squeezing her until she thought she couldn't stand it anymore, before stumbling forward as they landed in A deserted clearing with a shabby little shack. For a few long moments, Abigail simply stayed where she was, knees and hands pressed into the ground, staring at the earth beneath her fingers wordlessly. She was breathing in great deep gulps of air, a burning stitch in one side, and the feeling of tears in her eyes was beginning to prickle uncomfortably once more. Then gentle hands were helping her get to her feet and she allowed herself to be led inside the little shack, her nose tickled by the faint traces of dust and the unfamiliar scents that hung about the place. She blinked morosely around at the interior, but just managed to give George the smallest of smiles when he offered her the chance to wash up. She had no idea what the "Burrow" was, but didn't find the chance to ask before the twins had headed outside, the towel in her hands soft. Heading slowly into the bathroom, Abby peered around curiously at the interior, excited by the site of an actual toilet and faucet, The large clawfoot bathtub in one corner tempting, but she couldn't seem to spare enough thought for it at the moment. She was far too anxious to hear news of Emily and Charlie's return to take a bath at the moment... Not to mention the fact that she didn't want the news to come when she was naked and risk the chance that she would go running outside and forget to put anything on... Pink in the cheeks at the very idea, the young which settled on relieving herself with the toilet and taking the time to scrub at her face and arms with a corner of the towel, ears pricked for any sound at the front of the building. -- Charlie watched as Emily expertly blasted the werewolf mid-leap, the furry body flying several feet in the opposite direction. He felt himself grin with satisfaction, casting a jet of red light at the only other remaining death eater that was still human and watching him collapse unceremoniously onto the ground. He had just felt the first thrills of victory when a blast of hot breath hit him on the back of his neck. Managing to turn just far enough to see the snarling face of a second werewolf, Charlie experienced a momentary sinking feeling of despair, felt himself look death in the face, and felt his mouth fall open with astonishment as a black wolf leapt past him and straight into the oncoming werewolf, knocking it off-balance. There was a flurry of snarls and snapping teeth before Emily was thrown away forcibly, struggling back onto her paws with apparent difficulty before directing a spell at the pursuing predator in her human form once again, sending the werewolf fleeing into the forest with its tail between its legs. Then the blonde was running in his direction, stopping next to him and looking into the air just beside them, almost as if she could see something he couldn't.. "Where?" She had panted before he could say anything, causing Charlie's eyebrows to contract with confusion as he looked around for himself. Just as he was about to ask her who she was talking to, Greyback was leaping out of the shadows at them, jaws open wide. Emily seized his hand in a firm grip, twisting with him and pulling him into the darkness of apparition without warning. With a huff as they hit the ground together, the redhead blinked with momentary confusion as he glanced at the new surroundings, surprised to see Fred and George running towards them and the safe house beyond them... How had Emily known to come here? Frowning slightly with bewilderment, Charlie glanced down at Emily with a questioning stare, but didn't get the chance to ask her how she had known where to go before the twins were upon them. Somehow, he got the feeling that now wasn't the time to ask, not in front of his brothers. Somewhat disapproving when the witch got to her feet and began to cast protective enchantments around the shack, Charlie nevertheless focused first on answering Fred's question, occasionally glancing over to check emily's progress. "Just like Emily said, snatchers. Werewolf snatchers.." He smiled, amused by the accurate summary, but decided to elaborate a little more. "When I took off from you lot, I found Emily yelling at a group of snatchers, one of which was Greyback. One of them tried to use the Cruciatus curse on her..." A dark look crossed his face. "Luckily I managed to stun that one and trip up one of his mates with his buddy."glancing over at Emily who was still casting spells, Charlie began to move over to her, concluding his brief story with, "Greyback transformed, got blasted by one of Emily's spells, I stunned another death eater, and she saved my life by tackling another werewolf that came up behind me. We disapparated just as Greyback was coming around for another attempt." Stopping when he drew level with Emily, Charlie began to help her set up the protective enchantments, waving his wand in the air along side her and lowering his voice to a whisper that only she could hear. "Are you all right? It looked like you were hurt, I thought I heard something crack when you were knocked back..." But right in the middle of his sentence, there came a loud squeal from the direction of the shack and he glanced over just in time to see Abigail streaking across the yard to throw her arms around Emily in a feierce hug, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh Emily!" She wailed. "I'm s-so glad you're al-alright! I was s-so worried about you!" And then she completely dissolved into sobbing tears, burying her face against her friend's shoulder. Charlie looked bemused, pausing mid spell to grin over at the pair of witches. "Course we're alright. Your friend is daft clever with her wand in a pinch." He chuckled, The reality of what had happened finally beginning to sink in and causing his relief to begin to spread. Abigail hiccuped in response, pulling one hand away long enough to rub at the tears on one cheek, but he thought he caught a small smile on her lips.