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Marcus heard the water before he saw it and his heart thudded fast in his chest. This reminded him of all those times he got dumped by the waves at the beach, which is why he hated going swimming at the beach. Bloody hell, it was hard to run with a house elf on his head, one in his arms and the other one being levitated.
Okay this was not good, not good at all. He dropped the spell on Beezley and quickly caught the elf in his arms and then slung her on his back. "Hold on tight Beez..."his words were cut short as the water hit him from behind with such force that it almost knocked him off his feet. He tried to keep his balance but was finding it rather difficult being weighed down by three elves.
Oh.
Crap.
They were going to drown.
He lost his footing and was swept down the corridor and he tried his best to keep both him and the elves above the water but it wasn't easy. Not the way he thought he would die.
The waters were rushing faster now, like she slid into a slipstream. Yes much faster than the relative calm depths from which she drew consciousness. She could now feel the stone flooring and gingerly drew herself up, gripping on whichever furniture was within her reach. As she rose her long dark hair clung to her face, covering all but her nose and part of her dark eyes. Down the hall she went, a haunting figure in the dark and the dank, heading for the hazy brightness-- and voices--up ahead.
She squinted her eyes as she drew focus, just as she witnessed a man going under with creatures clinging to him. She yelled out as she extended her hand, but the raging waters were making it difficult for her to be heard. She came after him, half running, half slipping into the rushing tide. She took refuge by a large painting now dislodged and crammed against the corner wall, providing a temporary berth from the rushing water. Thinking quickly she tied the end of her robe to a decorative crossbar, grabbed hold of a bench and extended it towards the drowning man and the creatures clinging to him.
"Grab the bench!" she yelled on top her lungs, hoping that she could be heard.