not-the-sharpe-est-tool:
“…Ang syne…what the fuck?” Noah’s arm was frozen in the air, glass raised, several seconds after the party swam out of view and was replaced by pitch black and freezing. The floor had more give in it all of sudden too. Noah’s brain moved slowly enough (Shock. He was in shock, the medical kind that everyone knew you needed a blanket to cure) that the flashes of light that started zinging by seemed nothing but helpful at first. Apparently he was outside along with a bunch of other people running around half illuminated by flashes. That was weird. Some people were screaming. More weird.
One of the voices screamed for him to get down, and it was lucky that it was accompanied by Scorpius Malfoy running at him bodily like he was going to tackle him to enforce the order, because it caused him to unfreeze and obey and the curse that had been set to hit him miss them both. Sending Malfoy sprawling as the younger man tripped over him was an unfortunate side effect, and one that caused Noah’s stomach to reel and him to gag unproductively yet threateningly a few times because he was sure he’d heard a crunch and felt something give way against his shoulder which was pretty disturbing.
New context settled over him. He was outside and people were shooting at him. The two pieces of information were impossible to reconcile fully, but he wasn’t frozen anymore. He sprung to his feet, not sparing a glance for Scorpius–he was alive at least because he was cursing like goblin with his gold stolen–and started running, kicking up a wind directed by flailing hands to toss anything that tried to impede his progress out of his path as he did. “Out of the way!” He wasn’t entirely sure where he was running to, but not here seemed like a solid option.
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The first person Ed took away was a young man he’d found cowering almost right next to the broom Roxanne direct him to. Whatever she’d intended for him to do - and he was convinced within minutes this was all her plan because it was grand enough to be only her - he wasn’t going to comply. Amidst the curses and screams, there were sobs as people who’d been pulled into this mess unintentionally tried to find a place to hide. It was all so open that there was no place to hide, and the focus required for a decent shield spell certainly couldn’t be found in such an atmosphere. Ed cast a spell around him and the man, mounted the broom, and carefully helped the new acquaintance clamber on. Ed instructed him to hold on and took off, focused only on getting them away and not necessarily with a specific place in mind.
It took several minutes before they were far enough away that the curses, hexes, and flashes were actually distant. Ed was nearly out of breath from the force he’d pushed on the broom and the wind he’d produced behind them to move even faster. His arms ached from the grip he had on the broom, but he didn’t fully let go even after they touched down. The man he helped got off and immediately sat down, clearly still in shock but not shaking nearly as much. Ed asked if he could Apparate; he could, but he’d need a minute. Ed asked the man wanted him to stay; he didn’t, but his friends were still back among the fighting and they needed help, too, even if they’d taken up their wand to join in.
Ed nodded once, gripped the broom, and took off again. The air was cold, whipping his face until it felt nearly raw from the speed at which he was traveling. Usually so easily distracted and thinking of two things at once, it’d been some time since Ed was so singly focused on anything outside of a work project. When he was close enough to hear distinct hexes, he also heard a voice shouting at others to get out of the way and quickly spotted the sprinting body it was attached to.
Slowing down, Ed circled high above the man running for his life long enough to get his wand out and put up a shield spell around himself. He dipped the broom suddenly and dove toward the man, who he now recognized as Noah Sharpe once he was close enough. Ed swung the broom wide and came to a halt in front of Noah, keeping the shield up as he nodded toward the back fo the broom. “I can help,” was all Ed offered, breathing heavily and no trace of his usual pleasant smile on his face.















