 Wowza!
Levi's movements were robotic as he walked into the stands and spared a glance to no one until he absolutely had to. Brent was there, looking significantly more shaken than he had in the first two challenge and Louise Hamilton looked... not particularly. If they'd faced with the same things he had, and a quick glance at the screens told him they most likely had, he couldn't say he blamed the older girl.
He sat down in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs, back ram-rod straight and stared at nothing in particular.
Truth was, he was fuming.
A dementor was one thing.
Putting his mother at risk was another one entirely.
And they hadn't even allowed him to stay with her. Was she even okay? She'd been talking, somewhat, and her color had sort of returned but that meant not a great deal in the grand scheme of things. Would she have full bodily functions after this? Walk? Run? Keep all her fingers and toes? Dairine Harcourt-Kenning was physically active and always had been; if she was unable to do so because of a stupid competition he was never going to forgive himself for it.
Though he would be sure Hogwarts remembered and carried the guilt for it for as long as it could.
Because this. Made. No. Sense.
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