>>6142250“Heeey. Can I grab a couple of Gatorades? Blue if you have them, for me and Carl.”, you ask and rub under your nose some; all that smoke was making it run like crazy! And you had to deflect <span class="mu-i">another</span> poorly aimed Stunner from behind you.
Geeze. Might want to start these guys off with some target practice.
“Miss Sanders! Jennifer! Sit down! Here, right here! Now!”
“Okay. Sorry, hearing is a bit hard… thanks for talking loud, Ma’am.”, and you collapsed into the dark-haired woman’s chair, just for a minute. Just till your nose stopped running, till the ringing in your ears ceased.
“Oh, can I grab those drinks now, Professor?”
“Miss Sanders! Look! Down! Look at your hands!”
And when you bothered to glance at them… they both had the loveliest Gryffindor red all over them with it being added to by the second in drops. That was the last thing you thought about as you collapsed forward to the grass.
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You were back there. A shadowed version of where you, Emmy, and, David nearly died; it had been a while. Suppose the other tiny you needed some attention. No wall of midnight black to deal with this time… the fear, anxiety, pain, and hatred were still there, but you had done this before. Pushed through them to where she was.
And she was still right there… back to you. A different dress, one that was still familiar. Hair done up a little different, longer than you remember with her legs bent and arms curled around them. “Wand” in her hand…
Crying.
You still had to fight, push through the aura of fear, desperation, pain, and hatred but it was a little easier than before. Went and sat down behind you. And when she turned some to look at you… it was like she had been beaten. Dark circles under her eyes. A bloody nose. Tears that were just slightly pink.
“Wh-what the fuck happened… what… why am I even asleep?”
“We looked forward. Did it well. But there is something here that blocked us. Not right there, not on the fields, probably, but… it was like walking face forward, full speed into a glass door, Jennifer.”
“What?! I… we were dueling, right? Needed an edge. So I took your hand and, then… It is hazy…”
“You did. We got him. But… I couldn’t see it then. Don’t even know what it was. Could avoid it in the future I think, but… something got in the way. Hurt us. I-I’m sorry… I wasn’t lying before. When I said what was coming would hurt me too. Was thinking of a different thing but… I’m sorry, Jennifer.”
“Oh… oh, Merlin. Fuck-“
“Cursing!”
“F-frick. Am I dead? Are… we dead, or something?”, you sputter out, and realize that when you had just put your hand to your face… there was dried blood on it. <span class="mu-i">Your</span> dried blood. “I-I…”
“No… not dead. Might wish we were once we see how worried Emily is, Macy. How scared we made Carl. But still kicking… I don’t think we have much time, time before we wake up, but… we can try and talk. Make sense of this, some.”
