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Williamson caught the Ravenclaw wands, tucking them in the inner pocket of his coat (for show), including the little pocket knife that nearly took a finger off when it zoomed toward him. What the---? Tilly, was this hers? She did know that was contraband, even if there was a cult holding the school hostage, right?
He subtly shook his head at them, wincing at Kinsay James' INCESSANT yelling on her best friend's behalf, and tried not to look like he was holding his breath and waiting for the stupid squad to leave. Mer-lin, they took their sweet time waddling out of there, didn't they?
With Cambridge down, that meant he only had the three stooges to deal with. "Grab your friend and drag 'er over here," he grunted to James, not showing a bit of relief now that the hoods were gone. Because could he BE careful enough? Not only that, but he wasn't handing out wands OR counterspells until this was dealt with to his satisfaction. First he cast a muffling charm or two or seven at the trees around them, and then he crossed his arms over his chest and glared down the burping slug club.
"Kingsley, explain to me between burps what the hell I just I had to save you from." That's right, he was calling on the more honest of the two firsties. James would be called to testify next, once she finished exhausting herself with her stupid friend. Is that what they called friendship? Really? Getting yourself hexed into oblivion over some matter of PRIDE and PREJUDICE???
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