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Despite all that was going on, the Hufflepuff remained seemingly devoid of anything other than the words his lips and voice were controlled to chant on and on and on...
"Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle..."
But as the Divination professor set flames to the bag (and someone tell him later just WHO had done that and set them free so he could make her a chocolate frog card at LEAST?!) his speech became softer, slower, and eventually came to a stop as the items and the bag itself were diminished to nothing but ash and molted remains. And then it was as though someone had jumped out behind him in a dark corridor shouting 'BOO' and startling him. A cold shiver shot up and down his spin and he jumped in place, eyed wide and blessedly BLINKING - which meant they were watering a bit because they had been controlled open for so long now.
All the shouting of commands finally reached his ears, and it was far too much information for the Hufflepuff to be able to process at once. FAR too much to be able to process. And then there was Diandra on his arm, Abey nearby, Jessa standing a bit off as well...a lot of his peers that he did not recall seeing until now, professors, the HEADMISTRESS( SINCE WHEN WHAT?) and SPELLS BEING SHOT ALL OVER THE PLACE?!
WHERE HAD ALL THESE PEOPLE COME FROM AND WHAT IN SWEET SCAMANDER'S NAME WAS GOING ON?
HIS WAND. HE NEEDED HIS...
"MY WAND?!" he exclaimed, his hand shooting for his trouser pocket and shoving itself deep within its enchanted confounds....only to come up empty. "Wh-where is my wand!?" His bright blues darted around frantically to the ground and sea of legs dashing this way and that for his precious fwooper core companion all the while still padding and search his pockets....when his blood turned to ice and his eyes went another shade of vacant as another realization struck him.
"Sc-Sc-Sc-Sc-Scamander?" he just barely managed to croak out just as there were instructions shouted about LEAVING. Because no. There was absolute no way he was doing that. NO WAY. Forget his wand, he could get another one of those, but there was no getting another warty newt like his. There was no replacing that connection with his familiar. "SCAMANDER?!"
And then the fourth year took his first of a series of unsteady strides, now that he was in control of his own limbs, right into the thick of the mess and quickly crumbled down to all fours. But this was on purpose so he could CRAWL around and search the ground up close and personal for his newt. What if she had already been stepped on? Had she run for cover somewhere in shadow? "SCAMANDER! COME TO PAPA!" he pleaded as he made his way through the sea of legs, away from safety and on a mission that NOTHING (okay, there was always something but you know how it is) could pull him away from.
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