 not throwing away my shot | Slytherpuff | roll for initiative | woof you ❤
Oliver Petrov: Order-recruited
Oliver had been focused on pushing forward to the castle. That was where the kids were. Making sure they were safe was his first priority. Of course, moving through the grounds hadn't been easy. He had fallen at least once, and one of the knees on his jeans had torn. But by some miracle he had made it to the stone bridge.
And was immediately aware of... fire. That wasn't great. "Aguamenti," he tried instinctively. You know, water beats fire and all that. But he quickly realized that this was no normal fire. Fiendfyre? He had no idea how to deal with that. Hopefully somebody more capable than him did. In the meantime he gave it as wide a berth as he could on the bridge, and prepared to turn right back around and flee if it got out of control.
Oliver was trying to stay aware of those around him. Making sure Victor was okay. Knowing where enemies and allies were. He didn't recognize most of the people on the bridge but - "Paul!" He was a little surprised to see his favorite former professor (who he had finally gotten used to not calling professor). But there was no time for reunions here. He aimed his wand at the crowd of Neo-Alliance supporters and sent off an "Incarcerous!" |