 Slytherin by heart
Armand could feel the blood soaking into his clothes. "I'm sorry, Jasmine. Just hang in there a little while longer, but I can't hold you right now, sweetie." He shifted her off of his lap gently and picked up his wand. He whispered a spell over her, frowning at the strange feeling of casting with his weak hand, but managing to stop most of the bleeding. "Check on Jasmine, Josh. I think I've stopped the bleeding but I can't see clearly enough."
Heading outside, the blood from his hand fell along his path, marking the wooden floor. He fell quickly to the ground once he was a good distance away, the pain starting to become unbearable, and began to dig a small hole. He warded the hole and the surrounding area. When he opened his hand, the locket had to be peeled from his palm. He managed to get it into the hole and rewarded it, in case the thing could manage to move on its own. He took some steps back and took his wand into his left hand, though it was horribly painful, and cast at the locket. "Incendio!" The force of the casting was nearly that of a small explosion. He could only hope that the locket was affected.
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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