Dylan...pretty much knew this was going to traumatic. The assignment itself had all the makings of a real emotional breakdown. He'd heard of others having a hard time...and the Slytherin wasn't so proud to think he'd be any different. In fact, he predicted his might be a smidgen worse.

He kinda knew...what his boggart was going to be. If it wasn't...what he thought it was going to be...then the Captain didn't know himself at all...It wouldn't be about the zombies he'd pseudo-faced with his peers in dream world. It wouldn't be about Quidditch or anything related...considering that wasn't what he wanted to do in life. It wouldn't be about anything happening to his family...because they were all strong and healthy...

As Dylan entered the Defense classroom, he dropped his bag and mentally prepared himself. This was going to be...hard.

Then he was getting his wand ready and turning to face the trunk...There was no preamble as the lid swung open...and the Slytherin froze in place. His heart began racing painfully fast in his chest...waiting for stuff to appear. How long did it take for boggarts to take shape, really?

Dylan only thought this for a moment, though...because in the next...something did appear. His breath caught in his throat. There was ZERO surprise...as he glimpsed the figure lying on the floor. It was her...Of course it was her...and from what he knew...it was going to be her in just a few short years...

The Captain knelled to the ground, feeling so emotionally moved that he needed to collect himself.

Time would never be his friend. Time was the enemy. Time would take Beezus away. She'd told him as much. Dylan would never be ready for that, though...He hated to be rushed...but of course that's exactly what was happening.

Rushed, upset,....and scared.

Slowly getting to his feet again...he attempted to reign in his emotions as he slowly raised his wand. How...could he make this cheerful? Like...was that even a possibility? The spell was on the tip of his tongue...but he couldn't say it. All he could do was stare down at her...

Yea, he might have been close to tears. That might have been legit happening.

With heaving, deep breaths, Dylan put his determined face on. He couldn't look at her like this...because this wasn't really her. Not right now. Not in this moment. She was still somewhere in the castle...Very much alive...and very much in love with him. So, for right now...

Breath.

"Riddikulus!"

Instead of laying dead on the ground, not breathing...Beezus' form shifted...and was replaced with a Beezus-balloon look-a-like. Blinking at it...he might have laughed just a bit because the proportions of balloon-Beezus' body amused him. Heavy up top with nothing below...Not like his Honey Bee at all...And then he laughed some more. Laughed SO much...

In fact, there was so much laughing...that Dylan wasn't sure when the laughing changed from amused...to semi-hysterical.

Either way, the boggart must have felt it's effects because balloon-Beezus popped...and then there was nothing.

Slowly putting his wand away, Dylan moved to collect his bag and left the room. All he wanted to do was find her...and touch her. Make sure she was still breathing...