Having previously been retrieved from her common room, Octavia was here. She had positioned herself in the back of the room the same way she had positioned herself in the back of all her classes this year. She hadn’t acknowledged her friends in anyway. She was not happy or relieved. The Octavia who had arrived on the train some months ago was no longer here, and the shell left behind wasn’t quiet right. Fully functional, but it was obvious by the way her eyes stayed glued to the door - only occasionally glancing at the people she loved - that she wasn’t quite right. She couldn’t - wouldn’t settle. This didn’t feel safe.

This wasn’t safe.

She wouldn’t be safe until her mother was here.

Her mother.......

When the doors burst open Tavie wasn’t surprised or alarmed. It had been this way all year, this wasn’t any different. She stood up and did what she had wanted to do the entire term but hadn’t been able to. She started protecting her friends. With so many spells sent out to harm the alliance or gain entrance to one of the sealed doors, Octavia did the opposite. Every single spell she cast was with the intent to protect those who could not protect themselves. The the skill of someone who had personal training (that year with her mum was paying off) she quietly deflected the majority of the spells the alliance sent.

The sound of a hole being blasted in the room didn’t alarm Octavia but she was aware of it. As her friends and the smaller students were being moved into the room she simply repositioned herself near Phoebe, noticing her friend had a plan. Never once did she turn her back to the alliance or from her friends. Never once did she stop deflecting spells using a barrage of defensive spells or using whatever debris was around to block unforgivables.

The other students would do the fighting.

She would not move from this spot and she would not stop protecting her friends until the alliance was gone or dead.