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His face turned to where one Slytherin fell. Hard. Well, she could take it, she was Sierra Greingoth, one Beater that could take it all, no? But she was still such a little second year, and Vindictus was busier kissing Madame Donovan instead of attending to her.
"Sierra? You okay?" he asked, concerned for his Potions partner.
Even though she knew everything was perfectly still, Sierra still thought the world had a spinning feel to it. It seemed like so much was floating in and around her head, yet she couldn't make since of any of it. ...but then, there he was, standing over her, and all she could do was stare at him.
She was weak, therefore not her usual self, so in this moment of weakness, she let a tear fall down her cheek, and she raised her arms toward him.
"Treyen," she said, coughing as a sob escaped her.
"Where have I been?" This, she truly didn't know. It was like she was outside walking out by the lake, out by that mysterious ship, and then she was here.
"What are we doing?"