Gareth was standing a little apart from the rest of the security detail who formed the main cordon around the assembly. It was his job, at events like this, to watch the path leading back towards the rest of the school. He preferred to do so from behind a big old oak tree that stood not far from the path. He had observed the late arrival. The girl was clearly nervous at being almost a day late, and now she was spooked by what was going on in the glass house. He smiled silently to himself and waited for her to try to turn and run.<br/><br/>In fact, he was almost as surprised as she was when she crept backwards around the same tree he was hiding behind and bumped into him.<br/><br/>Gareth, however, was expecting her to be in the vicinity, and recovered quickly. "Going somewhere, miss?" He asked jovially as he attempted to grab her wrists. If he succeeded, he would bend them painfully behind her back, grip both of them in one meaty hand, and pull his handcuffs off his belt, ready to lock her wrists together.