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What..............What................?!?!?!?!

Gabriel went completely WIDE-EYED as the pixies were replaced with flying carpets. He had NOT been prepared for this sort of attack; being immediately swept up by one of the carpets.....arms forced around the Gryffindor known as 'Kevin'.

Insert PANIC ATTACK here.

He couldn't breathe...and the carpet had rendered his wand and wand hand useless. What was personal space?! There wasn't any......and yea, he still couldn't breathe...and it was hard to think in that moment with no oxygen traveling to his brain. There was only blank staring at Kevin....as he was starting to shut down....

...but then he was hurtling towards the floor....landing in a heap next to the table and Professor Botros........It took several moments to get his bearings, as Gabe attempted to recover from the panic attack still in progress.....Breathing. Deep breathing. Head bent between his knees.

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....AND....they didn't know what they were up against....They couldn't just burn it....What if burning the book released whatever dark magic it had...? What if this book was....possessed?!....But Gabe was too shook up to offer that insight. Professor Botros was sealing it, anyway. Sealing it was the safest option....until it could be...properly studied...and....observed....by experts....

HE WANTED A GLASS OF WATER AND A FLUFFY PILLOW....