The Agents started to target and destroy the decoys with their spells, only to realize that they would either multiply in number or grow larger and increase their volume. The spells died down only to have them replaced with the muggle weaponry. The Slytherin hoped that Mr. Tibbles would be okay as she made her way through to a clearing of the forest and a small row of houses off of a single road. The orange cat was stalking something from upon a roof, hunched and ready to jump out... at what? Her blood ran cold at the sight of an owl, clutching a red howler along with an erumpent horn.