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A Magical World | headintheclouds & Denny

Claire nodded in his agreement with his plan, looking up in surprise as the door clicked open before they had a chance to say anything more. A half formed plan was in her mind off the back of his plan, but there were so many variables that could go wrong that there was no way to tell what would work and what would go horribly wrong. Grabbing a length of rope and shoving it in her pocket, just in case her half formed plan worked, she stood with a fairly neutral look on her face as the guard approached her.

Not reaching towards him so he had no reason to sound any sort of alarm, she backed up to just near the door as Abram launched into action, taking advantage of the element of surprise and distraction to gain the upper hand. She hesitated at the door, not wanting to leave Abram behind, but as he tossed the wand directly into her hands and she grabbed it, she knew she could do better getting out of there and trying to find a way out. There wasn't much she could do in a room covered by wards anyways.

"Eyes and throat!" She yelled back, examining the guard fully before taking off down the hallway and praising her small size for allowing her to move fairly noise free, or at least more noise free than most would be. The wand in her hands wasn't hers and therefore wouldn't work as well, but it would work, and combined with non verbal spells, she was back to nearly a full bag of tricks.

For somewhere with two kidnapped hostages, the warehouse was surprisingly bare, and she slipped into a side room, trying to catch her breath and stay out of the way of other guards. She briefly contemplated sending a message back to headquarters, a distress signal, but she wasn't sure that would be possible given that she didn't have her own wand, and she doubted it would be smart given the fact that someone at headquarters could have given them up. Backing against a wall, she hit something soft, realizing that she had found some sort of closet or wardrobe of guard uniforms, identical to the one the guard in the room had been wearing.

The only option she could think of at the moment was risky at best, and depended on whether Abram was able to get past the guard.She wasn't sure how far the wards went and she didn't want to set off any alarms in an attempt to get Abram, she just had to pray that he incapacitated the guard, and soon.

Still groggy from whatever had been in the alcohol, head still pounding, it took a lot of energy to enact her idea. With the wand and rope on the floor, she tugged her own clothes off and pulled a guard uniform on that she thought would be close enough to the right size of the new man, the clothes draping off of her and dragging on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused as intently on the guard's image as she could, grimacing at hoe much concentration it took. A minute later, she no longer looked like Claire; she looked like a large and intimidating guard, and she bent over, lacing boots on and putting the wand in its holster, the rope coiled on her new belt.

Kicking her clothes into the corner to either hide them permanently or come back and retrieve later, she emerged from the closet and shut the door behind her, beginning to patrol the hall in an attempt to blend in.

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A Magical World | headintheclouds & Denny

"The first thing is to get our hands free." Claire murmured, pacing around the room and trying to survey the room as well as her partner, looking for a plan of escape as well as doing some sort on injury assessment. Auror training wasn't exactly the best when it came to situations like this; everything they were trained to do assumed that they had some sort of magical help when fighting or interrogating, but in this situation, they had nothing. It was a room with a light hanging from the ceiling, and two wooden chairs that looked like they would splinter if someone even looked at them too hard. The door was locked with a pretty decent lock, and the walls were solid enough that there was no way to push through them.

Biting her lip, she walked behind him and realized that the knot on his tied hands was in a position that she could get to. She also realized that there was a very big chance somebody was listening to them, and blowing their plan out loud would be the final nail in the coffin. Walking up next to Abram, she got close enough to rest her head on his shoulder, the picture of stressed defeat to anybody that could be watching, but close enough for her to be able to whisper to him. "I think I can undo the knot on your hands, and then you can undo mine." She murmured. "I think we can at least get our hands undone, so our wrists don't rip into pieces. Mine are already shredding."

Waiting for a little while, the leaning position easing the throbbing in her headache surprisingly well, Claire straightened up once more and pulled him down to sit next to her at a bit of a slant, his shoulder against the wall and her opposite shoulder against the wall, her head back on his shoulder. [color] "Just don't look like I'm untying your hands? If we can get this done, then getting mine done should be easy."[/color] She started to fiddle with the knot on his rope, finding a place that would cause it to loosen up if she had something like a bobby pin or a sewing needle to wiggle the rope apart. She could feel the rope digging into her wrists further, making them bleed as she tried to get him untied, and she had to stop for a minute, closing her eyes.

"This works far better in Muggle movies." Claire muttered under her breath, frustrated. In movies it looked like the agents were able to just untie ropes quickly and move on, but in reality, the ropes were chewing into her skin and making it bleed, the knot was too tight for her to untie without looking and with the tips of her fingers, and she didn't have the convenience of being a character in a movie that always won in the end.

She sat for a minute or two, trying to ease the pain in her wrists, before she realized how much of an idiot she was. [color]" I am an actual idiot. I can have any hands I want."[/color] Claire said, falling silent for a moment and concentrating through her headache, putting the energy into her hands and wrists. She may not have had magic, but she did have the ability to make her hands and wrists smaller by changing them into the hands of a child, and within thirty seconds her hands were free from the rope and back to normal size.

With the rope gone from her wrists, and a bobby pin from her hair, she made quick work of the rope on his hands, untying the knot and loosening the bind before pulling the rope away. "We're both free, but I don't know if they'll be watching and able to see that we don't have the rope on." She whispered, biting her lip and leaning back against the wall.

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Claire lifted her head as she saw Abram being brought into the room, relieved to see that he was mostly okay, but a little unnerved that he was smiling. She certainly wasn't smiling, and she was still trying to get herself out of the restraints on her wrists. Any non-verbal skill that she was trying to use did absolutely nothing, and she was slowly beginning to realize that this room had wards on it that prevented magic from being used. Even apparition was impossible after a brief attempt, though she didn't have enough energy to do it properly to begin with.

"I'm as okay as I can be at this point, they must have dragged you out before me." She said, coughing in an attempt to clear her throat. It felt like somebody had filled her cheeks with cotton balls, and she craved some sort of moisture desperately. "I don't have my wand either, I don't think. They've got my hands tied up pretty tight though, and I haven't managed to undo them."

Continuing to struggle with the bindings, she looked over him, worried at how much he was bleeding. "This is the worst hangover ever." She said dryly, standing up and walking over to him as she wiggled her hands around. "There are wards on this room; we can't get out by magic no matter how hard we try."

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A Magical World | headintheclouds & Denny

"It's delicious whatever it is." Claire agreed, not used to having a headache this soon into drinking. For all she knew, however, it was a magic liquor instead of a muggle liquor, which tended to be much stronger due to the ability to remove hangovers quickly and painlessly. "Strong as hell though."

She grabbed one of his files with her computer between the two of them so that he could scroll through the photos if he wanted and started to read Khan's file, blinking much more than normal and feeling sleepy. Attributing it to the drive and the lack of sleep the night before, she pushed on, slipping quickly into an all encompassing fog before losing consciousness entirely.

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When Claire came to, she was sitting against something hard, and her first thought was that she had fallen asleep sitting against the headboard of the bed, reading and drinking too much. Blinking slowly, she opened her eyes, not quite sure why it felt like peeling sandpaper away from her eyeballs, a strange taste of cotton in her mouth that she couldn't quite place.

"Abram?" She rasped, not quite come to yet. Trying to raise her hand to rub her eyes, she realized she couldn't move either hand, something chafing her wrists and preventing her from doing anything. Her head was pounding and screaming, and she blinked one more time, not recognizing the room she was in.

"Abram? Are you in here?"