And just like that, it was over...

Angry tears spilled from her eyes as exhaustion overcame the injured seventh year and she slumped against the wall, having never made it safely behind the professor. Her head was throbbing steadily and when she lifted her scratched hand to the back of it, she found a sizable bump there. She was also aware that her hair was wet, surely sticky with blood, and the realization made her nauseous. If she was hurt like this, how badly were her friends hurt? Her family... Abraham...

Her eyes flicked to the door as people began moving around the entrance hall, checking their injuries, speaking to each other. She didn't care. She didn't need to speak to anyone to know that her cousin had not yet come walking back through that castle door and she had no idea if he was okay. If he'd even been able to fight. If fear had cost him something much greater than his pride. She was terrified to find out, too weak to leave the hall as every move made her dizzy. She was stuck.

News of Flynn only cemented the fact that others had suffered worse than they had and it made any strength Junia had left drain from her body. This was not the way she wanted her seventh year to end.

As she slid down the wall, she assessed her wounds, tending to the more treatable ones herself with the healing spells she'd been focusing on in her free time. Her head, that would need to be seen to, but right now the pain was a reminder she'd survived. She hoped others had been as lucky...

Gaze resting on the charred doorway again, she hoped against hope that the people she loved would be coming through it and back to her.