>>6164261“I know! Here! And she handed you a half drained rectangular crystal bottle filled with sloshing blood red liquid; downed it in a couple of fat gulps. A second later… your heart was still cold. Calculating. But there was magma in your veins and thoughts flashing faster than a bullet.
“<span class="mu-s">Told you would need it! Fucking told you!!! God, I love coke, weed, violence! You have no clue how bored I get in here! Take more! Shoot up the other one! Rail the raw stuff! Fatty is coming around Emily’s side! Hahaha! </span>
Fuck. Fucking shit dick, cunt. This… this <span class="mu-i">was</span> good; Macy was a savant, a genius, a prodigy. You felt like a <span class="mu-i">God</span>. Wanted to agree with yourself… but had to keep it cool even if your heart was pumping out fire now.
“Em! Fatty 10 o’clock!”, and you toss the bottle back to her, pop to your side and sent out a tiny, bright sun that exploded in-between you and them.
Emmy turned around the edge of her barricade. Tossed the heavy crystal bottle… she had practiced hard to be a Chaser, nearly every day for three years, almost every free minute since getting here. Tossing things was second nature to her. So of course, the container was right on target; slammed into a partially blinded Fatty’s face at bludger speeds and shattered, then there was a wimpy, high-pitched scream about his face and the glass in it.
Idiot.
Crystal.
Macy had insisted on it for some reason... And Merlin’s Air Jordans, this felt amazing! Pent-up stress getting released? Just the fact you were <span class="mu-i">winning</span> versus older boys who could use silent spells? <span class="mu-i">Yes</span>. And… you knew Emmy was feeling the same rush. It… you might need to <span class="mu-i">scourgify</span> your underwear later. Their panic… sweeter than the pie you had wolfed down… fear so tasty. God, Merlin, whoever… so good it was making you wet.
“Hahaha! Let’s fuck them up Emmy!”
“Fuck ‘em up, Jenn!”
<span class="mu-s">Away from the wall. Now! </span>
“Dive, Em!”, and the pair of you were far enough away, Asshole’s <span class="mu-i">reducto</span> didn’t hit you with shrapnel when the granite wall blew up, bounced off your quick shield… gave you materials in fact. So, with your magic buzzing like electricity, your twin levitated the pieces of stone around you before you shot them back with over-powered <span class="mu-i">depulsos</span> and peppered the three boys with rocks. Needle-Dick and Asshole manage shields, but Fatty was let out to dry, screaming about his bloodied face, and got hit with a shotgun blast of stone; one rock presumably hit him in the head because he went down and didn’t get back up. And now, Emmy…
She was focusing, you could feel something coming, something good. But while Emmy was skilled at transfiguration, she wasn’t Dumbledore or McGonagall or mom. Not <span class="mu-i">yet</span>. Too slow.
<span class="mu-s">Help her! Wands. Lecture. Twins! </span>
