Legs twinging in pain and exhaustion, Mary finally stood infront of the boy, close enough to see the pain in his own face. Merlin this was all a mess, neither one of them really had a chance to rest and heal from that game, which now seemed like it happened a million years ago. She took a deep breath and listened to him speak, the sound of his voice calming her with every word. It took a huge weight off her shoulders to know that at least the younger Gryffindors were alright. Hopefully her brother was as well. His Ravenclaw Prefects had to see to that as Mary was in no shape to go looking for him on her own. “Third floor?” she said, her words somewhat dreamy and distracted as she looked around at the surroundings. How did she get to the third floor? Suddenly she remembered the vampires and panic filled her once again. As she raised her hands to check her neck for any puncture wounds, she forgot about the sheild still in her hands and smashed the heavy thing into her chin. More pain rang through her head, lights danced in her vision but she felt nothing except relief. “I’m fine, I think I might have a concussion…” She said, finally dropping the shield from her grasp. “I think a vampire called me filth.” she said in a fit of laughter.
Hearing her speak calmed Ted immensely, it was so nice to hear such a familiar voice, it seemed like forever since he had felt so calm. A soft smile twitched at his features, even despite his pain, and whilst his right hand was still bandaged from Quidditch and hung loosely by his side, his left had been clutching his wand so tightly, there were indents to his palm, thanks to his nails. That grip loosened as he began to calm. The sheer panic of the night had taken him completely by surprise, after loosing the Quidditch match, all he had wanted was to see a certain Slytherin girl who had invited herself into his heart, though even that seemed unlikely now. The whole situation reminded him of something his muggle Grandmother used to always say about impossible scenarios. ‘If you didn’t laugh, you would cry’ Watching Mary giggle, he himself began to laugh. “Well, one of them called me a mudblood and cast some kind of curse on me to throw me against a wall.....so, i win” He said through soft chuckles. Tensing slightly, when the movement of simple laughter seemed to cause pain to radiate more in his spine. Sucking his teeth in slightly, he closed his eyes tightly for a moment. “I think they used one of the unforgivables on me”
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