Hi, Readers I'm sorry I took so long to update my story, I've been skiing at January and caught a bad cold, going on four trips with my family and had a painful stiff neck.

So I haven't been writing for a while so I'm back again.

Soon I'll be adding some new stories I've been planning to write so look out for them and enjoy.

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Chapter 4: Welcome to Nottingham.

Heather and Marian followed Guy through the castle; Heather limped her way carefully not to put too much pressure on her left leg. Before they made it any further into the castle, Guy turned back to them and glanced at Heather, raising an eyebrow.

"Is there a problem?" Heather asked, glancing at Marian before turning back to look a Guy.

Gisborne shook his head. "No, however, you are injured."

Heather nodded slowly. "Yes, I think I noticed that when I felt an arrow going through my leg."

Guy blinked once or twice then held out a gloved hand.

Heather glanced at him then at his hand then frowned up at him in confusion.

Gisborne rolled his eyes then reached out to grab her saddlebags from her and threw them over his own shoulder. Heather blinked, glanced at Marian who looked astonished and shrugged.

The castle was a little gloomy on the first inspection, though Heather certainly wasn't an expert on castle architecture. Though, there was a certain comparison to Hogwarts on second thought. As it was mid-day afternoon, the sun was gleaming through the gaps in the stone and since it was spring, it wasn't too cold.

"Another leper, Gisborne?" A smug voice inquired from behind.

Marian stopped suddenly, causing Heather to squeak in pain from the momentum. Marian glanced at her apologetically before settling her eyes somewhere behind Heather. She looked at her new friend then at Guy, seeing them both stiffen; though it was hard to tell with Guy, what with his leather armour.

Heather turned her head to see what or who had caused her friend to stop suddenly. There was a man coming their way, with white hair that looked like it was on its' way out.

"That's the sheriff, I assume?" Heather whispered to Marian, glancing quickly at Guy then back to Marian.

"Yes, that's him," Marian nodded tightly.

"My lord," Gisborne said, inclining his head a little.

Sheriff Vaisey of Nottingham certainly didn't look like much but then again, Heather had heard a lot of things about him; bad things. She would have to be wary around him, make doubly sure not to use her magic in his vicinity.

The sheriff stopped at Gisborne's side and glanced at Marian then over to Heather, raising an eyebrow. "You know what I told you about lepers. Don't let them outnumber you, Gisborne."

Lepers? Heather would have rolled her eyes as she pretty sure that was the Sheriff was using the word to refer to women, but she didn't; she valued her own life too much, plus she didn't want to draw attention to herself.

"I remember," Guy said. "She's only a friend of Marian's though."

"A friend?" Vaisey repeated as his nose wrinkling in disgust. "That's how it all starts though…"

"Sheriff, didn't you have something you had to do? Like, collect even more taxes?" Marian broke in, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah yes, I do," Vaisey remarked, smiling in a not very nice way or in a slightly crazed way. "How kind of you to remember that; I was going to raise the taxes today. Well, Gisborne, I'm sure I'll need you when I do that."

"Of course," Guy replied, glancing at Marian with an odd look at Marian with an odd look as Vaisey too off back down the hallway.

"Heather's trembling," Marian stared at Guy then turned to look at Heather.

Heather hadn't realized that she had started to tremble. But now that she had both Marian and Guy's attention, she noticed that she was quivering exhaustively.

"It's not that bad," Heather muttered. "I just need to rest and not put too much pressure on my leg, as the healer had instructed to us."

"How long has it been since you were injured?" Guy asked staring at her intently.

Heather glanced at Marian for a second then back at Guy. "I think it's only been a day?"

Guy raised an eyebrow. "You think?"

"Well, I was unconscious for most of it," Heather remarked. "I don't exactly know."

"It's been a day," Marian replied, nodding her head. "I'll get you into bed. Guy, don't let us keep you."

Gisborne looked like he was about to argue but then the Sheriff bellowed back at them.

"GISBORNE, get over here, and bring your boy with you!"

Guy signed. "Very well, I'll be back then."

Heather and Marian watched as he turned and strode back down the hallway. Though not before calling a guard over and talking to him and handed over Heather's saddlebags to the armoured soldier. The soldier turned to look at Heather and Marian, looked back at Guy and nodded, before coming their way.

"Your boy?" Heather murmured to Marian. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Marian snorted as Guy went out of hearing range. "He means Allan. Come on, let's get you into bed."

"What happened?" Heather asked as they walked (or in Heather's case) limped through the castle and finally turned a corner and were faced with two doors. They were couple feet apart but Heather got the feeling that they were rather normal sized rooms, for castles at least. Heather could hear the guard following them but otherwise didn't pay much attention to him.

"Hmm?"

Heather glanced at Marian's way and saw that she was rather distracted. "With Allan? I kind of got a feeling that he used to be not one of Guy's friends?"

"Friends? You could call it that," Marian replied as she steered Heather to the door on the right and opened it. "He used to be in Robin's gang."

Heather raised an eyebrow but signed in relief when she saw a bed. Marian apparently understood her look and helped her over to the bed and sat her down. The guard followed them, placed Heather's saddlebags on the table then nodded at them both and left.

"Used to?" Heather asked as she drew both her legs up onto the bed, being careful not to jostle her wounded leg too much. Marian drew back and began to pace going over to the one window in the room.

"Something happened to get him to switch sides," Marian remarked. "Or he just decided that he was on the losing side. So he started to follow Gisborne instead. It was a couple of months ago when it happened."

"Something happened?" Heather asked, putting her hand on her injury. She wished that she could use her wandless magic to heal, as she couldn't use it for anything precise like healing an injury. Though, she wasn't going to use it to heal any injuries that would look too suspicious. She would just use a spell that she had devised to order to ease her pain. "You don't know for sure which one it was?"

"No," Marian replied. "And I'm not sure I want to or that I'm interested in learning. Allan's betrayed Robin too many times."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept you," Marian commented, studying her. "I'll leave; I'll just be in my room if you need me."

Heather watched as Marian nodded at her then strode out the door and sighed in relief.

She could finally use some magic to ease some of her pain and she did precisely that. Though, she flicked her hand and extended some magic to close the door so that no one would see her. Heather summoned her wand out of the saddlebag and watched as it flew out of the bag and into her opened hand. She drew the elder wand to lightly touch her wound and whispered the spell to remove most of the pain and barely a second later, the pain that had been bothering her disappeared.

Heather groaned in relief and lay back on the bed and smiled. She hadn't slept in a real bed in a long time, since before she had been captured by the witch hunter and the town villagers. Granted, the supposed witch hunter was an idiot; none of his 'evidence' was at all connected to her being a witch. The witch hunter had rather creeped her out, all old and intent on burning her at the stake. She had thought she would never get out of there and had it not been for one of her friend in the village, she would have been burned at the stake.

Her eyes slowly closed, sleepier than she had thought at first, and she gradually fell asleep.

Will Heather be able to keep her magic in secret from these suspicious muggles and her new friends?

Find out in the next chapter of the Outlaw and the Witch…

With Thanks to uoduck for proofreading the story.