This was exactly the kind of thing Declan thought his gift should warn him about. Except, it was a gift and not a power for a reason. He had no control over it. It played by its own rules. The blinding flash of light had paralyzed him momentarily but before he could form words he had gotten up in a sprint and ran towards the Hufflepuff table.

Despite whatever arguments, yelling, sassiness, and utter brattiness his sister could dish out, she was still his baby sister. There was no way he could allow her to get hurt by whatever that flash of light was.

As he arrived at the table a little breathless, there was screaming in the air. Declan watched her with furrowed brows.

"You alright?" he asked thinking that she didn't seem alright but at least she wasn't missing any body parts. "Althea?" He called out quickly after, craning his neck to find his sister. "Hey! Speak up, will you?"