Shreya had been the one stunning, but she felt like she was the stunned one—everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Her spell hit its mark, and at the same time, a pile of rubble, propelled by none other than Nemesis Upstead, slammed into the woman's head. Shreya's eyes widened as the blonde tumbled off the side of the bridge, into the depths below. The professor cast a narrow, perplexed glance toward the Slytherin before he departed—the student who had caused so much distress over the past term. The student who had basically sentenced her to the Room. And they had just tag-teamed on killing someone. A Neo-Alliance follower, of all people.
Her mind was racing, but she had no time to waste. There were curses flying left and right—including an Incarecerous spell, which was just about to hit Shreya square in the chest before she sidestepped it. Her legs wobbled as she briefly lost her balance on a piece of rubble. She fell to her knees to stop herself from falling over the edge, a jagged piece of rock slicing her pant leg open. Blood warmed her thigh, and she gritted her teeth as she heaved herself back up.
She sent a few nonverbal jelly-legs jinxes and full body-bind curses toward the pursuing group of Neo-Alliance followers—trying to buy the injured woman (she thought she had heard the name Penelope) some time. They needed to get her out of here. |