January 8th, 1896 — High Street

Fog hung thick in the January streets, and when Dorset rounded the next corner, he would see her. Magic arched up Ivy's hands and arms flickering like dark fire in her eyes, causing her pulse to race — and she knew she could only talk to someone she trusted about it. Persy was gone, so her options were limited, which meant — she had to find Dorset.

She knew his patrols, from habit and from her dreams.

When she saw him, Ivy looked up, eyes black. "Dorset," she said, her tongue thick and slow in her mouth, "I need your help. Is anyone with you?"

Jack Dorset

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It was an uneventful patrol before he came across her.  It wasn't raining for once but Jack wasn't sure he liked the change.  The fog had a way of making even his regular patrol feel eerie.  And wasn't it a fog that swallowed Irvingly?  If the shoppers and errand-runners that joined him on High Street were thinking the same things he couldn't see to tell.

Jack turned a corner, expecting the usual alley clogged with swirling mist, but found Ivy instead.  His expression lit into an easy, automatic smile but it was short lived.  Her eyes, though usually dark, were black and danced, not with the teasing he was used to, but something else.  It might have been beautiful if it wasn't paired with how she talked.  His brow furrowed in restrained alarm. 

"What's wrong?"

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He looked scared. That made sense; Ivy was scared, too. She flexed her hands and felt the magic course through her veins. She blinked her eyes and they cleared, briefly, before the blackness flooded them again. "I took a curse," she said, still slow, "We have to find the spell-caster."

They had to find the spell-caster tonight, or she might really be fucked.

  

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"We need to find you a healer." He said with an incredulous shake. "Can you see?" A sense of urgency left his tone abrupt as he pressed forward, watching her eyes shift back and forth. "I'm going to apparate us to the hospital. Ready?" He reached for her flexing hands and spoke clearly and firmly. It would go better if she knew it was coming. Merlin, he hoped he didn't splinch them.

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She didn't need a hospital, she needed revenge. The absurdity of that thought struck her, and she blinked rapidly again, clearing some of the smoky darkness from her eyes. She could see, but there was still something — odd about the sense.

"Fine," Ivy snapped, and grabbed his hands — she felt static in her palms and arms when they made contact.

  

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By the look in her eyes, even when blotted out by the curse, he expected her to resist. He was readying to make the jump anyways when she grabbed him. Her hands were warm and soft but something prickled unpleasantly against his palms. He looked down at them and saw nothing but the feeling that something was slowly snaking its way over his hands and past his wrists made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

He locked eyes with her once more to brace them both and disapperated them with a lurch. He missed his mark but with luck the hallway he landed them in had a number of healers near by to hear his report.

"Constable Dorset - Found Auror Sandow while on patrol, reports being cursed - " he rattled off while looking over them both for splinching. "Its in her eyes and she's not talking right." His report lost its formality as the healers gathered around and more of his focus went to trying to let go of her hands.

"Don't touch her. It wants to spread."

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