☣┊Last Chances. (A+J) ;
I’m not dying in here-- Move, this is your last warning!
Some of them had lined themselves up like a barricade to prevent anyone from leaving, a few had hidden themselves in the corners, and the rest were shouting angrily and demanding they be let go.
Amélie had her arms wrapped around her waist as she watched, holding her breath.
Arguments amongst Slytherins were not uncommon, but she’d never seen some of her peers this frantic before. The yelling had quickly dissolved into shoving as the group moved towards the exit, fingers curling around wands and fists balling. The situation was escalating and Amélie was at a complete loss over what to do. She couldn’t find Zico, she couldn’t contact Hyungwon. All that she knew was that she didn’t want to die in here-- she didn’t want anyone to have to die.
A body skittered across the floor and as soon as Amélie recognised her as the fifth year she’d been tutoring, she rushed over to the angry mass and tried to push her way to the prefect. But she was too late, they were already blinded by the fear. Lights flashed from the corner of her eyes. Somehow she got caught in the crossfire and something hit her head, hard. Her knees buckled and everything went dark.
It was a faint scream that awoke her. She groaned as she heaved herself up from the cold tiles and clutched at her head, waiting for her vision to clear. The common room was almost deserted, save for a defeated few who had gathered together in the center. They looked towards Amélie, even stretched out a hand, but she glared at them pitifully before stumbling out of the common room, leaning against the dungeon walls for support.
