 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Yes. WHO was he? Was he deaf?
Brody continued trying to wrestle himself free but at the same time trying to pay attention to an attention from the boy (Killian). He got what he wanted all right. The next thing the younger Slytherin knew was that he was being strongly pushed. This caused him to skid a few meters, over balancing and landing neatly (and heavily) on his butt. Not a moment too soon though. There was a flash of light, a boom and debris came raining down on them. Some landed in his curly hair even though he had reflexively thrown his arms above his head to protect his face and hands. When it was over Brody lowered his hands, gaping at his saviour. The older boy had SAVED him. But then he was gone.
In confusion, Brody looked around at Manon. “You okay?’’ Manon was one of those few people that he actually liked. He let her pull him up, wincing in pain from landing on his butt and from scratches caused by debris damaging his hand. There were some deep and not so deep cuts there. “Death Eaters? Trolls. Merlin... Manon. We can’t possibly fight them.’’ The curly topped boy tried not to sound panicky. “Do... do we even try? Or do we run?” |