It was a rather conflicting scene. On the one hand, there was an apparent 12-year-old trying to explain they were helping but on the VERY OTHER, there was another that looked about the same age pointing that wand thing at them. The ropes from the spell missed Frank but they sure wrapped poor Jackie up tight. The lady screamed, spurring the others into extreme Defense mode.
They were not so easily fooled. If they were helping, why were they tying them up as the first men had done??? It meant nothing that another tried putting her wand away. They were under attack and would react.
And what was that???
For a moment, they turned at the loud sound that came from...from...had the TREE done that? This entire castle was a death trap!!!
There were many muggles with branches however the one the girl cast at was the only to slow and only because every time he advanced, he was suddenly reminded of something else and would turn....only to run into the next muggle barrier that made him forget again. The poor man ran back and forth within a few feet, unable to remove himself from the loop. “Frank? Frank what’s the matter?” One asked, grabbing hold of the obviously confused man. “It was THEM! We have to stop them!!!”. The muggles who had been stopped by both the pleading and the sight of spells being thrown once again began running. Someone grabbed Frank, coincidentally moving around the little barrier put up. They shove and swung at the children to move them out of the way then continued further away—running for their lives.
Perhaps...a more organised effort would work. Patchy half walls of muggle repellent would certainly help no one.
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