OOC: Hey maca, hey maca, hey maca... *does tribal dance around campfire while slapping war paint on*
IC: "Yes," Zinnia said calmly, her lip curling at their fear. They were easy to frighten. Smirking to herself, she concentrated on the vulture. Their eyes met, hers cold and dark, the vulture's foggy and white. For a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, she could feel it starting to happen. The mental connection between them reopened, their minds linking. After two years, servant and master were reunited once more.
She had not done this since Hogwarts, and was surprised that it still worked. The vulture had been both her first and her last Inferius, and the Dark enchantment that held it together was inexpert and clumsy, having been cast upon it when she had first created it during her school years. But by some miracle, the magic was still in place, and the vulture, though less than whole, was intact. Feeling the link stronger than ever, Zinnia watched as Grimmauld Place shimmered and disappeared around her, to be replaced by a completely different scene.
She saw, from a bird's eye view, Godric's Hollow. And a house. Large and grand, but clearly ancient. With vision weaker than a human's, she could see, blurred and distorted slightly, an image of Godric Gryffindor's former home...
This was enough. Allowing the telepathic link to seal itself once more, she returned to her conscious mind back in the dusty room in Grimmauld Place, fully aware of everyone's eyes upon her.
"Let's go," she said coldly. With the vulture's talons still digging into her shoulder, she strode toward the door, not caring whether the others followed or not.