Everything happened so fast that Hops wasn't sure exactly what had gone down until Aramantha had Disapparated.
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The Three Broomsticks owner slammed a fist into his other hand in frustration and cursed under his breath. How had she broken free from Saul, the man was at least twice her size. She was a sneaky one, always had been. He knew there was something wrong with her.
And now the Headmaster was here, getting his Carp patronus.
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Cassirin
"She got away?" Tate wasn't precisely sure what was going on, but the escape of their captive wasn't exactly good news. Still, it appeared no one was injured, and it sounded as if everyone had pulled together... for as much as they could do. He nodded at the shopkeepers.
"It looks like this situation is well under control, but you lot did well here today. No one hurt, and you knew to get help." He scrubbed his hand through his hair, making it stand on end. "Let's head back to the castle for now, and I'll chat with Saul and Hops. Expect to hear from me for more details, and we'll pass the information on to the MLE."
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Saul Bunyons
Saul had a good hold on Amarantha at first. He was even disregardin' the fact that she was the size of a little girl an' about as strong as one too, so determined was he to hold on. Then she stepped on his toes with the force of an elephant and he almost screamed like a little girl. But damn, that step had hurt. It was so very tempting to hop around making 'ouch' sounds but blast it all, she was getting away!
"DAMMIT," Saul spat, clutching his empty fist up in the air as she apparated away. Damn that woman and her magical ways! He was not going to forgive himself for this one. And now that the Headmaster was here, he was goin' ter have ter make apologies.
"Sir," the Dervish & Banges shopkeeper sighed, "She confessed ter it all. I had 'er in my grasp. It's my fault she got 'way." He hung his head.
No, Saul couldn't take the blame for this.
"Headmaster, sir. Saul here, it wasn't his fault, not intirely, no." HE said shaking his head quickly,
"She's a red-head, the fisherman when I was a kid always talked about how sneaky and trecherous they can be to the tasks of men." Hops said eagerly to help his friend.
Oh there was another red-headed student girl there? Oh well.