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“No, no, YOU are going to listen to me.” James’ hand visibly clenched around his wand at his side, fingers curling into a fist. He felt near volatile in that moment, a surge of emotions ( fear, frustration, anger, guilt ) threatening to suffocate him from the pressure that was weighed on his chest. It was a wonder that he even had the breath to form words, let alone ones that were caculated, even, cold. He would not break, steeling himself against any possibility. “I spent the last few weeks controlled by someone else so like HELL am I going to let anyone tell me what to do, especially when it’s MY family that’s missing. They are clearly NOT in the castle,” And he knew because he had checked and checked and checked the Map to no avail, “Leaving this whole lockdown pointless anyway.” What use was procedure after the fact? “Step aside.” He may be a student, but he was of legal age and now that he had his autonomy one more, he wasn’t going to let someone else dictate it for him.
Seething. Lance was SEETHING, and usually, that meant reckless, enraged behaviour was soon to ensue. At least, it u s u a l l y did. Usually, however, Nadia’s face was behind a mask, not across the room, STARING at him. Willing him not to do what, USUALLY, he inevitably would. Instead of reeling around to the sound of James’ voice, instead of muscling his way past anyone that blocked their path: Lance Ahn was planning. He caught James’ wrist, and directed him, subtly, away from the prefect. “ Forget that w a s t e m a n, fam, ” he dismissed, corralling his old friend to the sidelines of the lockdown. He huddled by the boy, voice low, voice URGENT. “ There’s what, hundreds of students in this hall, init?? No one’s counted us yet, no one’s checked names. It’s still just setting in what’s gone down, it’s still early tings. So who’s to say, a distraction happens, a window breaks, a table flips, ANYTHING, that anyone would notice another two gone?? They got professors on the doors, but we’re both eighteen. No one can stop us apparating, feel me?? ” He reasoned, quietly, at about ninety miles an hour. Lance only paused to glance up, eyes locking onto James’. “ We’re going to find them, Jam. SWEAR DOWN, we’re getting them b a c k. ”
