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Felixir · 02-18-2021, 03:48 PM

Freedom. Nem took half a step back once Limpet was unlatched, but for the moment had eyes mostly on the baby Chinese Fireball, and then beyond, still expecting a mother to make itself known at any moment. "Not a good idea to mess with a dragon's young," they said to the enamoured kids. "Even if it does approach you first." Which made it a good idea, really, depending on what it was you were aiming for.

All around them, a sort of entry-level chaos was starting to reign. Dragons were everywhere (in a dragon reserve, shocking), Weasley was down, kids were panicking and several looked like they were trying to get help. Adults were portkeying in - if the items they held were anything to go by - and it took a moment for Nem to work out whether they were dragon reserve employees, Neo-Alliance members or followers, or just people arriving from wherever that old woman's patronus had gone. The fact that they were swooping in to help the dragons and the kids implied the former or latter, and the portkeys suggested they might have come from further afield than the reserve itself. Ministry or some other specialist group then.

One such bloke had come to whistle for their dragon, and so Nem lifted the shield charm. This, as it happened, was the perfect opportunity to disappear, and while the others were more or less likely to be distracted, they rapped their wand down sharply on top of their own head, and felt the familiar cool trickles of Disillusionment. Gripping Limpet's shoulder and briefly squeezing it, they leaned down and muttered into her ear, "Stay near the nice fire-bender, look after the others, and be smart." And then quickly darted away... slowed slightly by the sharp pain in their knee, but not entirely hindered by it. If Limpet thought they were fleeing to find more help, that could work, but Nem didn't care to try very hard to convince her or anyone else.

Then things stepped up a gear. Nice call, Neo-Alliance Grunt, but Nem was way ahead of you. On their way to the grassy plains in the middle distance, however, they did pause to turn back, aim their wand at the do-gooder Luck girl, and shoot a nonverbal Oscausi at her. Not waiting to see if it hit its mark, they continued on their merry, Disillusioned way to the plains.

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