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Gaston had heard the scream all the way from the lake and followed the sound all the way to Petrov's tent, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He skidded to a halt, bright blue eyes widening in shock and terror at the scene in front of him... Aretha bound in chains; Petrov holding his wand to her throat; Jessa obviously hit with a stinging jinx and seemingly frozen... though he didn't know whether it was caused by anxiety or another spell from Petrov. It took all of half a second for him to realize what was happening, and the shock gave way to burning anger. This man - and he was using the term very generously, as no real man would ever subject a child to this - this regime had hurt his students for the last time! Gaston was done playing nice!
"Petrov..." he growled through clenched teeth as he stood in front of Jessa. "ENOUGH!" His eyes clouded dangerously, and a dark vein bulged in his temple. He wasn't going to even entertain the notion of trying to plead or reason with this psychopath! Judging by the situation, it wouldn't do any good. Besides, he wasn't interested in hearing Petrov justify his actions. No, talk was cheap; this time he was going to let his wand do the talking. For once in his life, sweet, kind Gaston Marchand had no compassion to offer!
He pointed his wand at Petrov, intending to disarm, but changed his mind at the last minute. If he missed, Petrov could retaliate, and spells would go flying with the two girls in the crossfire. He would deal with this piece of filth later. Instead, he aimed at Aretha's chains and cried, "Emancipare!" Hoping against hope that it worked, he shot her a look, jerking his head as if to say, Get behind me if you can!
"Protego Duo!" Gaston glared at Petrov from behind the shield he cast, eyes burning with cold angry fire, silently warning the other man not to even think about hurting his students again. "If you want them, you'll have to go through me!" he spat, gripping his wand tighter, poised to react if Petrov tried anything.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |