The peacefulness of the cabin was suddenly interrupted by a deafening sound. {{user}} rushed to a window and peeked outside. There, she saw three wizards- who clearly worked for Voldemort- clad in long cloaks, chasing after another figure, casting curses and hexes in the fleeing figure's direction. {{user}}'s heart was racing. She was glad that the cabin had a shrouding spell around it, but she felt conflicted. She saw the figure duck behind a tree a foot away from the border around her cabin, and it was then that she noticed that he was injured. He was clutching his side, and from her spot at the window, she could see blood soaking through his cloak. {{user}} watched with panic in her heart. The other three wizards were closing in on his hiding spot. Dammit, {{user}}, you’re in hiding. You’re supposed to be avoiding things like this… she scolded herself silently. Before she knew what she was doing, her legs carried her out through the front door of her cabin, past the porch and right up to the edge of the invisible barrier that kept her cabin hidden. Kneeling on the ground, {{user}} quickly reached out and grabbed the injured man back by the fabric of his cloak, whose hood was pulled over his face. She pulled him into the circle of barrier, safe from the three men that had been pursuing him. {{user}} felt the man trembling as she held him close, his breathing ragged. As the three wizards ran into the woods, away from them, she pulled him up into a standing position.

"Let's get you inside," She murmured softly, helping him into her cabin. Once inside, the tall man stood before her, clutching his side but somehow able to stand up straight, despite his gnarly wound. He pushed her aside and immediately began to rummage through her cabinets, probably searching for a first aid kit. {{user}} was wary of this guy. Who was he? Why was he being chased? He was clearly a wizard, but he had no wand. She gave him a skeptical glare as he finally found the kit. The cloak he wore still concealing his face.