She lifts her chin, eyes wide, not answering for a moment as she listens to that steady drag.
Coming closer?
Yes.
"I got a call," she murmurs, very quietly and evenly. "An SOS, I suppose. Nothing to see but the cobbles and a lot of blood. Someone-" she swallows and carries on very calmly "-shouted where they were."
Screamed, really. Well, this is what she's offered to do; being harrowed by it is stupid. They must be dead by now, though, she thinks, dully and distantly. She hadn't expected the tiny, biting sprites, tearing at her skin (little beads of blood seem to be blossoming everywhere on her, though she hadn't felt any bites or scratches while she was concentrating on fending them off).
She probably doesn't need to tell him that; talking unnecessarily feels like a luxury which could cost lives. She listens for a second longer for any other dangers and then makes a move towards the slow, dragging sound (Gryffindors) with her knuckles white on her wand, her face pale and harshly drawn.
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Coming closer?
Yes.
"I got a call," she murmurs, very quietly and evenly. "An SOS, I suppose. Nothing to see but the cobbles and a lot of blood. Someone-" she swallows and carries on very calmly "-shouted where they were."
Screamed, really. Well, this is what she's offered to do; being harrowed by it is stupid. They must be dead by now, though, she thinks, dully and distantly. She hadn't expected the tiny, biting sprites, tearing at her skin (little beads of blood seem to be blossoming everywhere on her, though she hadn't felt any bites or scratches while she was concentrating on fending them off).
She probably doesn't need to tell him that; talking unnecessarily feels like a luxury which could cost lives. She listens for a second longer for any other dangers and then makes a move towards the slow, dragging sound (Gryffindors) with her knuckles white on her wand, her face pale and harshly drawn.