 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
The initial shock slowly wearing off, Sylvie started distinguishing voices. Through the tiny slits of her swollen eyes she could make out... sauce? on Ainsworth's face. And Zoryn, and Chloe, and- she yelped, another stray jinx hitting her on her left arm, but it was a mere graze compared to the situation on her face.
Then there was another professor there, with his wand out and she felt a panic set in her throat yet again, shuffling backwards on all fours and away from the offending adults with their wands and their painful jinxes. Disfigured head turning, she saw Chloe kneel down and nodded at her words, not able to manage any more than that. There was no rage in her left, no righteous will to battle like last term. What was the point? Look what he'd done to her. To all of them.
Sylvie was trying to get her wand out of its holster, trying to do as Chloe said, when she noted with muted horror that Zoryn was out. "TH'ORYN!" she yelled, nudging Chloe away towards her friend who was clearly in a much graver situation. Other students were around now too, but Sylvie's watery, squinted gaze had moved now to the two adults still present. At least now she had her wand in her hand.
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but I don't have to write them in ink_____
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