“I’m sober. I don’t drink.” Ted explained hastily, however he’d only had his license a couple months. “I could try or… do you really think we’ll be safe if we just make a run for it?”
He looked down at Lewis, who was looking more awake and aware. “Hey, bud, how you doing?” Apparently, Lewis didn’t like being treated like a little brother. He made a face of disgust and turned to look around the room. His eyes grew wide with fear and before Ted could stop him, the younger boy jumped up and charged into the crowd of people.
“Mack, uh…” The throng of people: some shouting, some crying, some throwing spells, all of them moving, was mesmerizing. Ted could easily imagine getting lost in it. “Should we really make a run for it? Maybe… grab some other people?”
“Sober or not, you’re not in the right state mentally to do is properly. We’ve got a better chance of just running, there’s going to be confusion, together we have enough fire power to mount a offence and defence-” she looked down, seeing Lewis begin to freak out and before she could do or say anything the boy was up and running. “Fucking hell.” she muttered, picking up her vial and pocketing it once more. “Hopefully he’ll do the right thing- we’re going, okay? Whoever we see along the way we’ll take but we’re not going to do well if we just stay here. We can go and get proper help.” she said, standing back up and straightening out her dress. She realised how funny the situation could be, from an outsiders view, numerous witches and wizards in different costumes- it was almost comical, she herself, dressed in green and covered with leaves. It was perfectly ridiculous.
“Come on, I need my fellow beater. Just imagine we’re surrounded by bludgers-” she said, squaring her shoulders.
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