He held his breath once Emmeline started to mill around and watched her doing the wards -- it would be easier to reverse later if he knew how she'd put the wards down, after all -- before he noticed she was heading toward the stairwell.
Oh, Merlin -- that was perfect. An isolated, relatively small area where he could wait until she was within range to hit her? Could she have picked a worse spot for defensibility? He started to follow her quietly, wand at the ready while he glided along. Once she was inside the stairwell, she was his.
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