[ He nods, giving her a silent nudge of approval. She can do this, he knows she can, and he's right there if it goes tits up. Luckily, it does not. Sure, she's clearly not trained since she was six years old, but that doesn't mean she's bad at it. In fact, he could well believe she'd done something similar before. That, or she's got a healthy dose of sense. Evie would like her.
Why he cares what Evie thinks about his friends, he doesn't know. He never has before.
Hermione gets to the spot without being seen, just behind him and he grins at her, mouthing "very good" before he peers around. The guards have moved, and the ones facing away have gone deeper into the warehouse, he can still hear them talking, even if it is muffled. The others are still coming their way, but it's too dim for them to easily be seen. But they only have a short window to move to the other side before those guards get within view of them.
He points to show her where he intends to go, and then with silent footfalls crosses the aisle. It's impressive, considering the quality of the Ephian boots that they don't creak or squeak, but he's had a lot of practice.
But then something changes, and suddenly there's a noise, a barrel falling from its previously secure perch. It's not him- and a quick glance proves it isn't Hermione, but both sets of guards call out at the commotion, and Jacob is still several metres from cover. ]
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Why he cares what Evie thinks about his friends, he doesn't know. He never has before.
Hermione gets to the spot without being seen, just behind him and he grins at her, mouthing "very good" before he peers around. The guards have moved, and the ones facing away have gone deeper into the warehouse, he can still hear them talking, even if it is muffled. The others are still coming their way, but it's too dim for them to easily be seen. But they only have a short window to move to the other side before those guards get within view of them.
He points to show her where he intends to go, and then with silent footfalls crosses the aisle. It's impressive, considering the quality of the Ephian boots that they don't creak or squeak, but he's had a lot of practice.
But then something changes, and suddenly there's a noise, a barrel falling from its previously secure perch. It's not him- and a quick glance proves it isn't Hermione, but both sets of guards call out at the commotion, and Jacob is still several metres from cover. ]