<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Insurance . . . I've already seen into your head. You don't know anything about the attack on the Ministry."</span></i>Hawke trailed off, realizing he would feel if the other were lying.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Fine, I'll get you that ring. But I'll need compensation for my troubles."</span>What compensation, he'd yet to divulge. Yes, information was valuable, but he could get that from Albiorix himself, once recovered.<br/><br/>Hawke huffed inwardly at the man's jeering use of pet names, more than ready to force this cocky foreign presence from his mind as soon as the Death Eater had seen what he needed. With the other man making full use of his senses, it wasn't lost on Hawke how intimate this situation was. And it angered him that he had little to no control over any of this. So as he felt Albiorix double over in pain along with him, Hawke was filled with an uncharacteristic sense of glee, a smirk on his face from the knowledge that at least he wasn't the only one suffering from this accursed link.<br/><br/>Then the other's words echoed within his mind . . . as if they were his very own thoughts and Hawke wanted them gone.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"> Just hurry up already . . . </span></i>He needed Albi's presence gone, or at least as far gone as possible. All things considered. The last thing he wanted was to listen to him gloat about his family's opulence, which all amounted to nothing now that it had been seized by the Ministry, but still. Hawke had worked hard from the bottom up, leaving the sour taste of resentment on his tongue for those who were born into money.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"What the fuck do you mean, a trace!?"</span></i>He'd almost slipped and shouted the sentence aloud in his displeasure, his day seeming to grow worse by the second. As he felt Albiorix pull out finally, Hawke heaved a sigh relief to have his thoughts and senses all to himself once more, but it was short lived.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"> "Perform a spell . . . of course I can do that. What do you take me for, Death Eater?"</span></i>But even as the words echoed between them, Hawke felt a slight panic rising within him. His scope of wandless magic was narrow, indeed. And likely to be useless unless . . . he took down his walls just long enough to escape. But could he build them back up again?<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Well you'll die here if you don't . . . "</span></i>He put an abrupt end to that thought, remembering he had an audience.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"><i>"Fine, but no promises for your mother dearest's safety,"</i></span>he sneered, before delving into his mind, locating walls he'd built years ago, the first walls he'd built, in fact. It was surprising how easily they fell . . .<br/><br/>But the surge of magic rushing through him was nearly frightening in its eagerness and suddenly Hawke wanted nothing more than to hide it away once again.<br/><br/>Still tied to the bed, body growing weaker from the torture curse as Analiese stood over him, Hawke didn't have to focus at all to call upon his magic.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"LUMOS MAXIMA!"</span>The words shouted between ground teeth as he glared at his captor, shutting his own eyes as a bright light engulfed the entire room, blinding in its intensity.<br/>With Analiese unable to see, Hawke knew he had only seconds before she rounded on him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Diffindo," </span>he whispered, the chains above his head severed, but still dangling from his wrists as he forced his sore body off the mattress . . . which had been sliced open by his lack of control. Disturbed, Hawke was unsure if his wand was anywhere nearby, but he wasn't about to leave it here.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Accio wand." </span>As Analiese blinked, trying to recover her bearings, Hawke felt a piece of wood appear in his hand. Without looking, he slipped it into his pocket. Uttering a transfiguration spell, Hawke watched as the window in the room disintegrated into sand, his way out.<br/><br/>With untamed magic biting at the bit to be unleashed, especially as anger washed over him, a strange urge to punish this woman in return for what she'd done to him, Hawke's next move was as much to reign himself in as to accomplish his goal of nabbing the ring still seated on the bitch's finger. As he stood from the bed, his body morphed, falling to the floor on powerful paws as a growl left him between sharp teeth. He could use no magic in this form, accidental or no, which was the current appeal.<br/><br/>The mountain lion wasted no time as he launched himself atop of Analiese, pinning her hand to the floorboards as powerful jaws clamped down onto her fingers, taking the ring and a few digits along with him as he lunged towards the window and made a beeline for the trees.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"><i>"I have your ring, Death Eater. Now I need something from you."</i></span>He'd decided what he wanted in exchange.