Avery adjusted the dress on her figure, tugging it down once it was on properly. Then she heard it, the sound of someone apparating into Corey’s room. She ran down the hall and back into his bedroom to hear Corey raise his voice and witness him hitting his bed with the force of being knocked out from a wand, at least temporarily.<br/><br/>She had also heard a voice during the commotion, and it was then she turned around with shaky breaths, only to lay her gaze upon her grandfather. It appeared that her desire to commit another layer of taboo by sleeping with a muggle had worked, as it scandalized her grandfather. He questioned her whilst laying into her for such poor decisions.<br/><br/>“There is nothing wrong with muggles, and surely you must know that,” Avery piped up, her voice soft at first, but slowly growing in volume. “Just because they don’t have the ability to perform magic does not make them any less than us.” But she was cut off by him, which made it clear he was not listening.<br/><br/>He mentioned how lax her parents had grown, clear disappointment sewn into his features. With a non magical wave of his wand, he instructed her to gather her things and then confirmed that they were to leave immediately afterward. Avery’s brows furrowed as she heard him mention ‘taking care’ of things once they’ve left. “What is that meant to mean?” She questioned.<br/><br/>“You’ve already obliviated him, is that not enough? What else could you possibly wish to do?” Her voice had grown even louder by that point and she had taken a few steps closer to Corey’s bedroom as well. Her mind was racing with ideas and thoughts, though she knew not what to do.<br/><br/>Her grandfather had clearly tracked her from the family dinner she had been having with her parents and the pureblood man they had chosen for her to marry. Not even her streaks of blonde hair had thrown him off of her scent, unfortunately.<br/><br/>Though she should have probably expected for someone to come along in search of her, especially after she snuck away, claiming to feel ill, only to apparate into London. Still, she’d be damned if she was about to let anything happen to Corey. Avery stumbled close to Corey, lying flat and shocked on his bed, raised her hands, and uttered:<br/><br/>“Protego Maxima… Fianto Duri… Repello Inimicum!”<br/><br/>With the maximum protection spell on Corey’s person, a stronger version of the shield charm, and combined with two protection spells at that, Corey now had a barrier placed around him that would protect him from dark magic, from curses, from even the simplest of spells. In essence, he would have an invisible, magical ring around him, which would keep him safe.<br/><br/>Avery just had time to finish them, before her grandfather angrily stomped over and grabbed her arm, then apparated them both. The henchman soon followed after them, leaving Corey alone in his flat, recovering from his memory loss and a smarting head once he woke up.