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Well, that certainly brought him back to his senses. The slash on his wrist burned as he keeled over on the floor grasping it. He felt her pull his head up. Sleater breathlessly kept on his eyes on her, his jeans growing heavy with the weight of the blood pooling from the cuts.
It was no doubt that Sleater Sereika was not a hero and less did he feel like one right now. He could already imagine what'd it be if Alexa was here. She'd gracefully blow by this witch and find out for herself if the eggs were here or not. He could see it, like a ghostly memory.
...but he wasn't Alexa. He wasn't MLE. He wasn't a hero. He was a muggleborn ministry worker.
Still, he couldn't leave without getting a piece himself. He was definitely going to regret this later.
If he survived.
Stiffly, he reached for his wand on the ground, putting weight on one knee as to get up. Of course, there was no way in heck that he was going to be able to get up, but he feigned it anyway, sucking air through his teeth. He dropped back, obviously not being able to get up, but he had his wand pointed towards the floor. Oh my god, he was going to regret this.
"Deprimo."
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