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AmbiguouslyMe 
Emrys turned his head toward the voice as he groped around on the ground for his glasses, completely unable to see what was causing the commotion around him.
Grasping wildly toward what seems to be a person-blob holding a small black blur - his glasses! - he felt the plastic against his fingers and grabbed. Setting them back on his face, he felt his cheeks burning as he looked up.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, still on the ground. Looking up, however, he caught sight of the blast-ended skrewt and shrieked.
"What in the name of Merlin's purple silk pajamas is going on!?" He scrambled to his feet and hugged his bag to his chest, his pulse pounding in his ears.
"Good." Evelyn turned, her eyes back on the skrewt. Just in case, you know, if it decided to jump on her when she wasn't looking or something..ugh. She shivered a little at that thought.
Merlin's purple silk pyjamas? SNORT.
"Well, let's see. A bowtruckle is biting Willy and there's a skrewt out about and it's shooting flames up in the air."