Despite the glassy look in his eyes and his deflated hair, Jack was fully aware of this surroundings. Sure, he had herd the man’s comments that he was in the way. Did he move? Nope. But was it because he didn’t want to move? Or because he couldn’t move?
As for the call for help? Yes, he had heard it. In fact, it was a sentiment he himself wished he too could bellow. Only instead of yowling for assistance, his hand yanked on his coat in a way that shook the mirror in his pocket. ”Hear what?” Jack replied in a strong Jersey accent. His hand slipped into a pocket and wrapped around his wand. Glassy eyes followed the man’s movement as he reached for his wand and Jack knew this was not going to end well, not that there was anything he could do about it. All he could do was watch as his own hand produced his wand which he brandished at the man. He tried to tell the man to run, but instead ”I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” came out. |