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Just after a hug from Phoebe James and tripping on his way out, Finneas Schmoe had taken a moment to disillusion himself so that he could slip by undetected. Fortunately, he managed to do just that, only taking a nasty elbow to the face. But a bloody lip was nothing in comparison to his blistered feet. Today was not a good day for loafers.
Finneas was limping. He was panting. He felt like he was going to blow out a lung, but he was making his way up the stairs (SO MANY STAIRS). All the way from The Room. He had wanted to stop several times on the way up, but knowing what was coming is what kept him going. Just below the seventh floor, he waved his wand, producing a silvery patronus in the shape of a bat. There wasn't enough time, so he sent it off in a hurry.
As soon as the bat clumsily flew off, Finneas began sprinting again. It wasn't a pretty sprint, but it was the best his deteriorating flesh prison body could do. It was only when he reached the top of the staircase, ensured that the coast was clear, and caught sight of June, that Finneas lifted his disillusionment charm and hurried his way over to his dear friend colleague. "June," he managed whilst still panting. "The students - I sent - patronus - to common rooms - Neva - safe room - army - we - saved."
Finneas was schmoe close to passing out, honestly. Was anything he said coherent at all?
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