 ♥Dunkin | Pixie's Precious Pea | kpop goddess | sneaky sounder | forever slytherin♥
He was so close to being gone. SO CLOSE. The door was RIGHT in front of him. The small, quick Slytherin barely noticed, barely cared when Airey Flamsteed yelled his name; the man was clearly just trying to stop him from getting to her, and he was not going to fall for that. He was going to find her first, because she was his. The rest of these people could continue their fighting and general-
FJJFHDSFKDKSDGJG.
The floor was very suddenly slippery under his feet. His momentum kept him moving forward, more sliding than running, and the small boy scrambled a bit to stay on his feet, one hand diving into his pocket for his wand. SO THEY WERE GOING TO PLAY DIRTY?! HOW DARE THEY?! How dare Flamsteed try to stop him?! HE WAS TOO OLD FOR HER. WAY TOO OLD. She needed someone young and wonderful like JAEMIN, okay?!
A half a moment and a loud shout of "Melofors" later, Jaemin had slid all the way out of the room and crash-landed in the hall. The spell he'd shot off had not been particularly aimed, as he hadn't actually looked where he was casting - he'd just thrown it behind him, in Airey Flamsteed's direction, while frantically trying (and failing) to stay on his feet. He didn't bother to check if it had hit the cottonheaded ninnymuggins, or an innocent (was anyone innocent in this? PROBABLY NOT) bystander, or the ceiling; stumbling to his feet, cheek scraped from colliding with the stone floor, wand abandoned where he had fallen, Song Jaemin took off down the hall without looking back.
So long, SUCKERS.
eta: anyone can feel free to take that spell or play it hitting the ceiling/floor/whatever. ^^
Last edited by Ameh; 06-28-2016 at 02:40 AM.
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