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The arrival of the extra Aurors was a comforting sight as the larger number meant they could now suppress and contain both boys should they prove to be allied or engaged in combat themselves. However now with the larger force also meant the element of stealth would likely be lost but with the target being a child there was room for losing the silence advantage as there was a chance for an inexperienced error being made giving the child's position away.

As Bailey spoke the American wizard found himself surprised at her tone and uses of terminology. He understood her words clearly and with a small smirk as well. Knowing there was at least one other in the ranks who could likely understand complex orders and ideas Kit almost felt like he was back home. It was her last statement that brought the large man up and turning his own ears to the tree line. The pounding of hoof to dirt was unmistakable and before Bailey could give the word Kit had spun his wand forward, then backwards and then slid it effortlessly back into its sheath. A practiced move the soldier had found enjoyable at times.

As the Aurors followed Bailey's orders Kit took a step forward and kept his shoulders tight and head held straight towards the sound of the oncoming cavalry. He had read about the centaurs of the Hogwarts woods, he had been fortunate to encounter one years ago, but that one was hardly a standard for its breed. However Kit knew of the pride and honor the centaurs held and he respected that and so would make sure to give his respect in turn. Kit would not draw his wand against a centaur, for they were creatures that did not need magic to fight and for that Kit respected them even more. Oddly enough a small part of Kit found himself excited to meet a true centaur and find out where he stood in its eyes.

That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there

And I know the way I left wasn't fair

Remington Jagger Nott

Just surpassing under the shadows of the tree line, Remington found himself at the very edge of the Forbidden Forest and immediately began to wander in. Plunging deep the in depths of the forest, the vague though of the feisty blonde had spurred through his mind and a smirk spread across his lips with ominous ease. Would she already be here, or had he beaten her?

From his years within Hogwarts, he had always dived into the forest after hours, oft times with Cora—maybe even Krina, when her claws had sunken in his flesh and left him—defenseless. But the very first trauma inflicted within this school he had glided and weaved through the trees like a howling breeze headfirst into the forest, running straight and straight until he collapsed. So, with his wand drawn, he glided deeper and deeper, ears pricked and eyes vigil.

Wha—, the thought spurred before his lips could ever react. Earth pounded, hooves, echoing all around distorted by the trees. Centaurs?

The centaur that broke through the forest line was impressive indeed and held himself like Kit expected of such a creature. Kit remained standing and made sure his hands were visible and not showing of his wand. This was one of the few rare occasions were magic could not win you any favors or help you gain trust. With that Kit kept his wits about him and watched for any signs of being surrounded, something he was sure was already happening whether he could sense it or not. The American wizard could also see a small form on the back of the large centaur and found himself truly curious as to the reasoning behind the act. With a nod to the centaur Kit knew he would need to make each word count.

"Guardian of the forest we apologize for having intruded, we are simply seeking a human who fled into the forest. We wish to retrieve him before he causes either of our species any harm. We will depart the forest as soon as we have the human boy and make no action against you are this forest."

Lux traveled from the hollow where he made his home to the edge of the forest, intending to watch as the students arrived. He watched the older students arrive and enter with little interest, not really caring much. He'd not met any of those students, hadn't met any students in almost a full decade. What he was interested in was the first years. Lux didn't care for meeting older students; he was afraid of any wizard old enough to be called a man, young or not. He was almost as cautious of young women, though he generally was more trusting of the fairer sex. Still, the children were the ones he was interested in. Perhaps, this year, one would come. It didn't happen often, but every few years, an abnormally brave first or second year would enter the forest, and Lux would wait, and watch. Sometimes that was all he did; but, if the student was particularly interesting, if they did anything that drew his interest, sometimes, he would appear to them, speak to them. Most were afraid, of course, and he rarely saw them again, and if he did, only once or twice. But, there had been one, not too long ago, who had befriended the centaur, returning to the forest, even managing to track him to his hollow, and had returned constantly throughout her years at Hogwarts. Since then, he'd wondered if such a child would ever come again. She'd been brave, and outspoken, but wise beyond her young years in some ways, and frightfully young in others. The puzzle of her had intrigued him, and he longed to meet such a child again. He had no hope that a child who was exactly like her would come to his forest, but he thought that perhaps some other child would be just as interesting in their own way, and would enjoy his company as much as he enjoyed theirs, and had enjoyed hers. 'Perhaps this will be the year...' In truth, he'd grown rather lonely of late, wishing for some form of companionship. But, the other centaurs in the forest had no love for him, wouldn't tolerate his unnatural fascination with the magical folk who inhabited the castle. And he would never trust an adult witch or wizard again, not one he hadn't known from childhood, as he had Amata. So, he waited, silently watching, hoping that perhaps one child, just one, would be brave enough to venture into his forest again.

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