The Aurors gave them the go-ahead to leave the Lestrange box and Brenton left as if it had been an inconvenience to be stuck there instead of a handy alibi. The crowd had descended into chaos and he had missed most of it but he could see the collapsed stand and blood ran cold when he realised it was where he had been sat earlier. With Rabastan. If he got hurt because Brenton had chosen today to prove he was capable of following orders...
He fought against the crowd, away from the exit that most of them were streaming for. A hex flew by, hitting someone a few metres over and Brenton turned automatically to look for the source, breath catching when his eyes fell on her. “Freya.” Then, louder to reach her over the crowd. “Freya!” He pushed passed someone, vaguely aware of them grumbling behind him and reached out for her, looking for signs of injury. “Are you okay?” Of course she wasn’t. Her reaction had been his first thought when he had been given the order but if it hadn’t been Brenton, it would have been someone else.
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