surrender, nicolaus

Keep running, keep running, keep running. Brighton breathed heavily, her back pressed into a tree as she waited to hear her attackers. No noise. As soon as her foot stepped forward, a spell came hurdling towards her, missing her by inches. The new information kept streaming through her mind as she ran. Fenrir. Nico's father. The man who murdered her mother in cold blood. She wanted to kill him; rip his throat out like he had done to her mum. She wanted to watch the life pour out from his tainted eyes. Watch as he took his last choked breath. Bri wanted revenge...and she would have it. Glancing over her shoulder, she rapidly aimed hex after hex. That is, until a spell hit her, sending her flying through the air. Blinking her eyes open, the forest came into sight in blurry fragments. Leaning over her was a beast. A murderer. With his wand aimed at her, she blacked out.

- - -

Waking up, she nearly screamed in pain, clutching her thigh as healers rushed her into the hospital. They grabbed her bloody arms, restraining her. With one prick in her arm, she was out again.

With the sun filtering in through the window, she turned her head, letting out a sigh. She had bitten...well, the possibility wasn't ruled out. The wound to her leg was so severe, that it'd take a few days of healing before they'd have an answer. In the meantime, the head hit-wizard in her department had come in and chewed her out. Apparently, she was going to be on suspension because of her little stunt. Luckily for her, they didn't pull her out of the program all together. After sitting through his speech patiently, she had asked him to get Nicolaus Greyback. Brighton knew his secret and had every intention of telling him how things were going to be.