Her wand is drawn, held alight and prepared to sweep in any movement of spell needed. Her other arm is flung out, protecting her companion.
”You will get behind me, and you will remain there. The moment it’s clear, you run - do you understand me?”
[ Arthur’s head shook, his face flushing with blood at the thought of a threat. His wand materialized from his sock, shaking slightly as it raised. If any one was to fall in this battle, it was sure as hell not going to be the first professor that truly believed he earned his Gryffindor status. ]
“‘M sorry professor, but n o .
’M not leaving y’.”















