closed feat. @winifredmalvadovale || quidditch
if it hadn’t been for the smoke, and the rubble, and the screaming, and the exploding equipment, the only dead give away that he was missing bodies he was technically accountable for that day was the fact that the missing ones were blonde – and one of them, well he could see her: on her feet, a handful of metres or so above him, sparkling away. annoying. fred, though, fred he still had, and he was sure of that because he’d wound up beneath her in the fall. nothing seemed to be broken though, he considered, shifting to get himself upright and pull her with him, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze as he did. "okay, we are not gonna freak out. weird shit happens every day, and we just .. we deal with it. we’re gonna get out of here, and we’re going to be fine, alright? first we get out of the stadium, then we’ll get out of the crowd, and then we’ll get somewhere safe, just like everybody else. you trust me?”