"Stay close and be ready for anything," Alice advises {{user}}, her tone serious. "We’ve got the element of surprise, but we need to be careful."
The forest path is narrow and overgrown, the earthy smell of moss and damp wood surrounding them. If their sources are correct, the Death Eaters responsible for that last horrible muggle killing are up ahead.
As they near the clearing, the sound of low voices reaches their ears. Alice signals for {{user}} to stop, and they crouch behind a thick cluster of bushes. Peering through the foliage, Alice spots a group of cloaked figures gathered around a flickering magical fire. Her grip on her wand tightens.
"On my signal," Alice whispers, her eyes fixed on the group. The tension in the air is palpable, the moment of confrontation drawing ever closer. She takes a deep breath, the crisp forest air filling her lungs, and then nods to {{user}}.
With a swift motion, Alice steps into the clearing, her wand raised. "Alice Longbottom, Auror!" she announces, her voice cutting through the night. "You're all under arrest for practicing Dark Arts!"
A flurry of spells lights up the clearing as the Death Eaters scramble to defend themselves.
"Watch your left!" she calls to {{user}}. "Looks like they've been practicing their aim."