Erik had followed the dementors, certain that they were going in the wrong direction. The second floor was
up from the first and yet they were going
down in the school.
Wrong wrong wrong. He burst into the hall just a second behind a flock of the shadowy demons and paused inside the doorway to take stock of the scene.
What in the name of Thor's hammer was going on here? And why, pray tell,
why was FIRTH
hugging his IVY?????
Erik's wand was already in his hand but now his head was torn on what to do with it. Did he curse Firth or save the man? And what about Ivy? The dementors were NOT instructed to kiss her!
"Blast it all," he murmured under his breath, striding toward the pair anyway. He thrust his wand arm at the dementors surrounding Ivy Knox, firstly, because she was the most important.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM."
A dozen silvery hippogriffs burst from the tip of his wand, all of them charging at the dementor surrounding her and only her. And Erik jogged after them to check on the Charms professor. Firth could...well, Firth could survive on his own. Ivy had eaten the ice cream when he'd told her not to. Ivy couldn't be kissed by the dementors. He wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't.