 Just Elizabeth and Slade for now Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
It had seemed honestly a bit too easy to breach the gates, now that Elizabeth had had a moment to think about it. The moment had been stolen while dodging spells as if they were bludgers, her long-unused Quidditch skills returning to the forefront of her mind along with spells that would likely be useful. Obviously shield charms, but those would only prolong the battle. Safety didn’t matter when the people on the opposite side of said shield were out for blood. Plus, she had most definitely seen familiar faces spread out amongst the people the Order had gathered behind them,and that had spurred her on even more.
However, the petite blonde bookshop owner was planning on surviving. Surviving and bringing people’s children home. Bringing the parents who had answered the call home. Just because none of her kids were there, it didn’t mean she wasn’t just as focused as those who did have children here. She had known what she was signing up for when she had joined the Order after all.
It didn’t hurt that for the most part the rabble rushing toward them didn’t seem too focused on anything other than tossing off curses right and left. For the most part. She had tossed off a mom look at the young man who had chosen to start off with the darkest curse possible, leaving him to the few who had faced off with him while she’d cast a nonverbal shield as she’d continued dodging other spells, looping instinctively off to one side to try and gain ground.
It was absolute chaos. On the one hand, he had expected it. On the other, seeing exactly what the kids at Hogwarts had been dealing with had made Slade see red just a little. Nobody deserved being locked up with people unafraid of and obviously having no compunction against casting Unforgivables, especially not children. It just made him that much more determined to defeat them, and, if they couldn’t, Marley was absolutely being homeschooled next year.
The DADA tutor was holding his own, too. Not by using the predictable spells, but instead by just levitating any pieces of rubble laying nearby from their blasting through the gates and sending it flying toward the opposition. He’d fall back to the usual dueling spells once it became necessary, but for now he figured improvisation was better. Especially when he could just manage to see the battle on the bridge from his position.
Holy mother of Merlin, was that fiendfyre?
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