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Okay, were they still going to argue with the spiders? Obviously, the arachnids weren’t listening anymore. They’ve got a good number of easy preys, and the smell of human flesh would surely override their logic. Mordred caught the man’s acknowledgement and returned it with his own nod. The former Slytherin backed away as soon as he figured out what the professor was about to do. He did not expect him to take his words seriously when he said ‘clear a path’. He’s not going to question it now because it was time to move before the arachnids figured them out.
Mordred paid attention to the professors’ next moves, and willed himself to follow through their plan. What was next again? Ah yes, move out. Now. The former Snake eyed the man (Dakest), and approached him quickly. “Let’s share the burden, shall we?” He said and didn’t wait for the professor to argue. Mordred can see how tired the man was, and it will be suicide for him if he kept up with the dead weight on his shoulders. Besides, he hasn’t expended his energy reserves yet, so he was good to carry a heavy weight and run out of the forest. The task was nothing compared to his training back in Russia. He had to deal with the harsh weather, and heavy clothing there all the time. “Round up everyone professor. Make sure everyone gets out.” As professors, he reckoned they’d stay at the back of the group. “Let’s go before the arachnids figure our exit plan.” He said shifting the woman on his shoulders took a step back from the man, and assessed their current situation. Well, they were good to go. The other professor said so anyway.
But...what the hell was that noise? Mordred paled at the thought of spider reinforcement. “Get behind the fire pit now!” The flame will surely buy them some time to re-think their plan, and find another way out. The former Snake took a few steps back, his wand arm now protecting the kids behind him.
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Retreating? Blood came rushing back in his system as he heard the word ‘basilisk’. He couldn’t be more proud at the mention of the great snake as he watched the spiders run for their lives. As soon as the forest was enveloped in silence, Mordred shifted the dead weight (Maisie) on his shoulder and turned to their group. “No more negotiations I believe. Let’s move. This way!” Seriously, Hogwartians. Don’t waste time. Wand at the ready, Mordred’s brows furrowed in concentration as he carefully treaded the trail that will take them back to the castle.
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