Her guard was down; of course it was. And maybe that had been perfectly timed because while she took a break from patrolling the halls to tend to what appeared to be a wounded owl, a figure from behind uttered ‘crucio’ that sent her flying back into a pillar. She cried out from the excruciating pain that raced through every nerve in her body, loud enough to echo off the walls and send them running. Slowly, the brunette curled herself into a ball, the aftermath of the curse overwhelming as she felt herself start to lose consciousness...
THEN, someone was speaking through the fog she tried to pull through. Slowly, agonizingly, her eyes obeyed and opened slightly. “ Hi you, ” Juliette managed, her voice hoarse from lack of use. Another few seconds and she realized she was in one of the beds in the infirmary with Pomfrey on the opposite side of her bed. “ Is ... Is she okay? ” Merlin, she means the owl.













