 Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Can't....can't catch a breath. The Hufflepuff First year's breathing was off, sporadic and just sounded wrong. Wheezy would be the proper term for it. He was spent. He wasn't sure about Abey, but Simon just couldn't scream for help anymore. There were still off course weirdly sounding sobs in between each quick gasp.
The Floor beneath him no longer felt like the cold stone floor of Hogwarts, it was more like the stone beneath him alternated between warm wet stone, and something smoother, bumpy, almost slimy by feel. They must of passed through the Portal.
"Ab" Simon wheeze-sobbed. "Ab?" He hoped his friend was with him, no in fact he more hoped that Abey got free. That his Gryffindor friend somehow managed to break free from the monster while they tried to fight it off them while it dragged them through the Hogwarts Corridors.
The feeling was more a sad one, he just didn't want to be alone now. He wanted Mr.Rockefeller, he wanted his adoptive father more now than any other time before to burst through that portal and save him.
Then He began to hear screaming and shouting and yelling and he felt Abey shift beside him. Abey was still there, and Simon couldn't decide if he was happy or sad his friend was here with him.
He felt drops of Saliva fall over his face and the small badger shivered from fear. he twisted and turned as best he could to get away from that but was still the Monster's prisoner, and any more actual struggle would only put more strain on his lungs. Then he felt something on his side. through all the chaos Simon still had his handbag. The strap was still around his shoulder, and was still gripping his wand in his hand. Now unless he could talk, or if he knew ANY defensive magic he could try and free himself, and Abey....Maybe if he could get into his handbag... Simon moved his hand down and felt it there...it was there. Then he felt Abey's hand grab his own. Simon Held onto it tight as well, but Simon wanted to get anything he could throw at the Monster now. He squeezed his Friends hand before releasing it.
Attempting a weak, very weak (Almost like it more of a touch) pull at the monsters grip on him. The feel of it's monstery fingers made him hesitate as he tries to pry it's fingers off him. No luck there. Simon unclasped his handbag and put his hand inside it. Pulling out one of his Spare Allergy Potions. Then running it down to Abey's hand again.
Simon knew he couldn't throw it. His breathing was at it's worst, gasps for air felt like they getting nothing for him. He was counting on Abey to fight, please.
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