 dragging Flynn in with us you wanna fite? | 💚 nickleback 💚 | Uh, anyway.
with one hand wrapped tightly around her wand and the other wrapped tightly around Flynn's, Yoyo had wordlessly followed after the group. The castle was alive with the sounds of war, but it was her own heartbeat that was loudest in the young woman's ears. She was constantly counting heads, constantly making sure her friends were intact. She didn't trust the Professor's to do their job of keeping them safe- and why should she? they'd failed at that all term.
She squeezed Flynn's hand, tugging him after her into the spare room. She had not spoken a word to him since the break out except to make sure he was okay even if she knew he wasn't, for Flynn had hardly spoken a word since they'd been brought into the room.
It worried Yoyo something awful, but there was very little she could do- for now- but when they were properly out of here, if they got properly out of here, she'd make sure he was okay. no matter what.
Lost in her head, it took a moment before Yoyo noticed what was happening.
It was kale. he wasn't dead. she hadn't lied to Cecelia after all.
But the boy's face was empty. there was none of his brashness, none of his fire behind those empty eyes. Yoyo turned about, pressing her face hard into Flynn's shoulder and for the first since they'd been locked away, she cried.
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