Spiders and Flies

Havermouth, Present Time

It was an ordinary house, much like those around it. The gardens were a little overgrown due to recent events, and everything still held a layer of dust from Connery and Harry’s exploding devices that had rendered the school to rubble, but other than that, had the little filing of bark not led them to the house, Meguitte would have walked past it unsuspectingly.

The gate squealed as Connery opened it and he grimaced. “Well, if our presence wasn’t known, it is now,” he commented.

Mercy and her mother disappeared, their movements as fast as vampires, the layer of dust that was still settling on the grass showing the path they took around the side of the house to the back.

Meguitte led the way to the front door and rang the bell.

She could hear movement within.

After a moment, a woman answered. She was pale, gaunt, and a little disheveled, but she smiled as if undaunted by their presence. “Hello?” She asked with a lift of curiosity but no apparent fear. “Can