It was the only way. I thought for hours, but nothing else made sense. The vampires would see through any tricks or deceit. After all, they were the experts on such matters. And they certainly wouldn’t release Max or Jessica without a huge price being paid. It sucked, but I saw no other way. I hoped my team could forgive me. I returned to the pool house and grabbed a spare pair of black track pants and a maroon and yellow fitted tee shirt from the locker room storage area and slipped them on over my now dry swimsuit. I traded my flip flops for a conjured pair of steel-toed boots and silver-tipped gloves that I kept in my pocket for now before I made my way back to my hiding spot. A few hours passed. I sat on the floor of the storage shed until most of the souls retired to the movie room or to other indoor areas for the night. While I sat there, I put phase one of my plan in action and began hastily scribbling on the dirt floor. I knew I still ran a huge risk of running into another Patronus, but I hadn’t heard a ping announcing an alert to be on the lookout for me, so I shouldn’t have too much trouble.
