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He hadn't expected the little witch to be so... expressive? But once she was talking she didn't seem to want to stop. He had to laugh, his lips cracking into a smile as his rumbling chuckle escaped. Incredulous, Quentin shook his head. "Reckon they don't bathe much." He lightly said, flinching as an errant spell whizzed past his head. He dug in his heels, urging the Threstral - which he certainly shouldn't name but certainly wanted to, and perhaps he had already thought of a good one - higher, away from the danger, the dead bodies and the fire. Q wasn't sure what he was most eager to get away from. "She was being attacked by some cowards by the lake. I stunned them and left up tied up for the order to grab. Didn't feel right leaving her there." So he... brought her into battle. Perhaps not the best idea for her safety but it was certainly helping.
The battle here had waned, any fool could see that. "Were they trying to burn down the bridge?" He asked, flinching away as the bridge, with a final roar, collapsed hard into the dark water far below. He couldn't have told you which side won, in fact, he wasn't sure there had been a winner in this game. "I'm taking you to the Great Hall... " He paused, gripping the bridle carefully in one hand, "What's your name?" and with that, he kicked in his heels and the Beater, the Herbologist and the Threstral were out of there.
He'd have time to think... whatever they'd just witnessed... later.
In Therapy.
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