 Wowza!
He would take what he could get.
Which, clearly, was not to be the functionality of the runes he'd tried to use to his favour--or the guy's, same difference--, but no plan was foolproof. And, to be fair, Levi had some problems rationalizing this as a plan when he was more or less making it up as he went. His only goal was to make it out of the forest in one piece and as soon as possible, and though throwing a potential muggle into the equation did not make matters any easier, it was just one more obstacle he'd have to pull through.
What was a muggle in less than stellar health condition to do when compared to a dementor?
Levi still couldn't believe he'd faced down--or up, he supposed--a dementor and was still alive to tell the tale.
He could also not believe that the guy tentatively, but clearly very warily, smiling up at him and clearly in need of help was a muggle either.
It was--the possibilities and meanings of this were endless and doubtlessly morally questionable. So ethically dubious, really, that surely there was a catch to this. Surely, there was a perfectly acceptable reason why this muggle had found himself in the dark forest--why he'd nearly lost his soul.
"Clark." With some struggle, Levi helped the guy to his feet and hooked one of the stranger's arms over his shoulders, as if inviting Clark to lean his weight on him. Which was just fine because as he re-adjusted his weight from one foot to another, Levi reached behind Clark's back and as gently as he could, tapped his wand on the boy's back, casting a nonverbal featherlight. It was not as strong as it could have been, but it lessened the burden considerably, and with more ease on his steps, Levi began to lead them both forward and hopefully out of the dark forest.
"I wish it were under different circumstances, Clarke," the sixth year said, momentarily letting for of the young man's side to blindly tap the his wand against his own back for a nonverbal super-sensory charm. A verbal incantation would have most likely made it more effective; but he did not need the possible muggle remembering the magic he'd potentially never witnessed before until Levi's wandwork. Levi did not have sufficient time for that and, in any case, it charm didn't work too badly; his vision sharpened somewhat, the light filtering through the canopy of trees appearing in stark contrast with the darkness that was the forest. His footsteps sounded heavier and louder, as well. "But it's to meet you all the same."
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