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“Aubrey! You and I are healing him. Grab any Dittany you have; girls, any you two have and start chewing it to a paste to put in the wounds! Travis? Still alive, buddy?”, you shouted out over your deafened ears.
Surely those gunshots were going to alert someone who could help like a Caretaker or one of the Pukwudgie security officers.
Surely.
“Eyes out then rub it in the gashes.”, then you began to chant the spell to help with Cursed wounds, the one that could heal the spell you just used to blind the Hidebehind.
<span class="mu-i">”Vulnera Sanentur.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">”Vulnera Sanentur.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">”Vulnera Sanentur.”</span>
Aubrey finished her mouth-full of bitter leaves and rubbed into the slashes the macerated mess and Travis tried not to scream.
“Arugh! I-I’m still alive. F-fuck this hurts.”
“Better than dying like that poor girl! Don’t be a little bitch, big guy! Then, as soon as we stabilize you, a Patronus is getting sent to the Headmistress! Got it? ‘The doors are unlocked, anti-entry wards down, anti-Apparition. Creatures on grounds! Need help, Thunderbird Hall secured, and describe where we are with the landmarks!”, and you were rubbing more paste in along with Emmy and Macy while Aubrey took the next round of healing him as you recovered.
“Macy, have a Painkilling potion?”, Emmy, asked as she knelt by Travis.
“Those are really strictly controlled! But… a tiny one. Here Mr. Blackthorn. Drink. It tastes bad, try not to throw it up.”, and Macy popped the cork on the smallest bottle you had ever seen, helped him turn his head to gulp it down to what looked like almost immediate relief, before you began working again. “Tell no one I had this, sir.”
“H-hey, sure. Nice, smart, and cute… thanks.”, the sandy haired Head Boy said with just a slight slur and you saw Macy blush just a bit; better that her face being pale as a sheet like when you had been fighting you suppose. Still… “If I make it out? Are you taken or-“, and you pressed some paste just a bit harder than needed into a hideous laceration.
“AHHHH…arugh…”
“I… I don’t really like guys much, Mr. Blackthorn. Sorry.”
“O-oh well; thanks anyway. And you are pretty regardless; I don’t think it’s the potions talking, you have really beautiful eyes-arugh! “
And you did it one more, extremely lightly, since it was pretty innocent.
“Ah, ah! Alright, I get it!”
It took Emmy having a turn and a second Wiggenweld from Macy, but the wounds had stopped bleeding much and closed up some, even if they were still open, so you and your tallest little sister pulled Travis up to his knees, shoved his wand into his hand. Gave him a look that said you would brook no argument as your little sisters kept back-to-back, looking for new threats, and Macy threw up more sparks.
A second later, a small silver and white raccoon was hopping through the air and then disappeared into mist as Travis nearly collapsed from the strain before ‘Brey caught him.
