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Originally Posted by Blurphyre
Phyre shrieked as the spell hit her and flew back, skidding on her back for a bit before she came to a halt. Oww... That hurt... And she couldn't move. Oh. Oh, bloody hell. She couldn't move! She was going to be trampled on! She was going to be trampled on and die!
Just as panic made its way to her lungs, she felt herself unfreeze, and breath raced through her. Thank Merlin... But her wand! It was all the way over there, by Lina! Damn!
Oliver laughed his loud dirty drainpipe laugh as his spell hit the first year in the back and she fell to the ground. That was far too easy.
He was about to cast at her again - finish her off ya know?- when Huxley entered the room. Oliver's eyes took on a look of complete determination. He clutched his wand tightly in his hand, and marched over, aiming at the offending students, ready to defend against anything that was thrown their way.
His eyes lingered on the fallen Gryffie prefect and a snicker escaped him. “
So much for Gryffie bravery.” He muttered. heheh. Instucted to stay, he nodded and he remained where he was.