Bittersweet || Michael & Elizabeth
The air was filled with acidic smoke from the explosion of Honeydukes -- students, teachers, and parents alike were running around like chicken's with their heads cut off. In that moment, Hogsmeade was the picture definition of chaos. What was once the scene of a postcard now resembled something out of somebody's worst nightmare. Glass shards scattered in the street glittered red and orange and green, reflecting the hundreds of spells that flew this way and that, meeting their targets in bright blasts of sparks and screams.
Elizabeth crawled on her hands and knees behind a stack of crates outside of some abandoned tea shop. She was never one of defensive spells, or offensive even, but if there was one thing she knew she was good at, it was healing spells. All of her friends that she'd managed to run into during the attack had directed her back to the castle but she wasn't one to run away from a problem, not when she knew she could help fight back against the bastards who started this.
Liz gripped her wand in her hand, peeking her head around the pile of crates. The smoke that polluted the air had begun to condense and, even though her eyes were squinted, Liz could barely make out a few shapes scuffling in the distance. A shout resounded in the alleyway to her left and she turned, raising her wand arm quickly. A student was running towards her, his back to the attacker that followed closely behind. Before she could warn him, the Obscura member's wand flashed brightly, hitting the boy square in the back. He fell with a thud and for a moment, neither Elizabeth nor the Obscura made a move. When her opponent's wand moved towards her, she retaliated, swinging her arm forward. "Stupefy!"
Like the student on the ground, the Obscura fell with a harsh thud. Elizabeth rushed forward, turning the student him on his side. She couldn't recall his name right at that moment but he was familiar to her. She had seen him in the hallways at Hogwarts, perhaps even shared a class with her. There was no way she could leave him. Licking her lips, Liz wrapped her arms underneath his shoulders, huffing as she began to pull him around the corner. When they were out of sight, she stopped pulling him. He was still breathing, but he was completely unconscious. Slipping her wand back into her hand, she began to mutter healing spells. When he stirred, she slowed. "Hey! Hey, are you okay? Hello..."