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Their conversation with Ean would definitely have to wait. Just when they thought that this evening was going to be a light one… well, no matter. At least each of the students appeared to be in one piece, which was of utmost importance. “Mr. Dane is quite right. There is such a rule. Your prefects or Head of House would have mentioned it, if not older students belonging to your House.” New or not to Hogwarts, there were no exceptions to rulebreakings and corresponding punishments. “As a matter of fact, you are in the Forest, Ms Walsh. ” Surely their and Ean’s wands illuminated the path upon which they all stood despite the canopy of branches above that may block out any moonlight.
Dhruv had heard many a story from students who were trying to escape punishment for their wrong doing, and being chased by bullies was definitely not the first. It wasn’t farfetched, however there were other options to dealing with such a situation - such as asking Amelia to intervene. “I really am sorry to hear about your plight, Ms. Rose, but the fact remains you’re out here with us. Professor Feirgrund is correct: you each will lose house points. Professor Fergersnout will also be informed of this, Mr. Dane, Ms. Rose.” As Hufflepuff Head of House, she may want to have a talk with the two.
Dhruv heard it too, the hooves but looking in the direction, they saw nothing just yet. But the hoof-falls clearly spooked the students, especially Taliesin. “You two should follow Mr. Dane’s lead and head back to the Castle,’’ they said calmly, already going into protective mode. They most likely would have all made it back safely had it not been for the unseen lurking Acromantula that lurched towards the younger Hufflepuff.
The DADA professor wasted no time. They raised their wand. “Arania Exumai.” Their voice was calm but fierce, their wand tracing out that complicated movement. A bright blue streak illuminated the area as the jet of light hurtled towards the Acromantula just as it pounced. |