 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Running away from the inferi people would be imprinted in Sylvie's memory as one of the absolute worst experiences of her life. It was closely followed by the fear of not knowing where any of her friends were. Had Tayo been running around the lake too?? Had Faith been out taking photographs?? Was Zoryn on her broom, did Chris stay in the library, Linc by the computers?! She had no idea, all she could do was run, run, run into the castle and stay focused. Face as white as a sheet, dirt in her hair and covered in cuts and bruises from the mad dash, Sylvie turned away from everything and tried to think.
This was like Warcraft. The inferi were the Scourge and thankfully Arthas didn't exist here so that's good and she's SYLVANAS WINDRUNNER. Norcott. She's... she can do this. She CAN do this. She's even been studying for OWLs a little so she could join in with the fire spells and stuff. She's been in dueling club since forever. She was sixteen and one hundred percent an adult who CAN AND WILL defend this school. Yes. Definitely. Though she would have given anything to have her bow and arrow with her, but she had heard that only fire could kill the.. the Scourge, and her bow was made of wood.
Perhaps during the next scourge invasion she'll learn how to shoot fire arrows. Then she could hold them off entirely by herself.
Biting her lip, her wand tightly gripped in her hand, she stood right at the front and watched the door burn, tuning out all discussions about putting the fire out. It.. It was mesmerising, a huge wall of fire that separated them from actual, real, very very much real death. She could die. Tayo could die, they could all actually die. And not go home ever again.
Sylvie felt her hands shaking and blinked away stupid tears. NO. She's SYLVANAS and Sylvanas does NOT cry, not ever. Today Sylvanas was going to be Sylvie the Fire Mage and she would do this FOR THE HORDE and FOR HOGWARTS and for her friends who were hopefully far far away and asleep or something. Please let them be asleep. Please please.
"They're gonna come in anyway," she pointed out to the group in general, jaw set in grim determination. She turned to the adults then. "Right? We'll have to fight them no matter what." It's what always happened in her games, so it obviously is gonna happen here to. She was sure of it. And so, with uncharacteristic stillness, Sylvie shifted into her dueling stance. Wand steady. Chin out. Breathe.
And wait.
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