"Yeah, that's th'one," He gives up on the sword — very pointless, alright — squinting for the flickered image of the ghost. "Messere's respectful."
So clearly, they're not using that. He falls into step behind her. A few steps, another,
Valour lifts the axe. It cracks out abrupt for Hermione's neck, and Cedric throws an arm around her, ready to reach for some Other place,
He needn't. The spirit dissipates, and the axe with it; unraveled into so much swarming gold light. An angry drone hives at the air, buzzing indistinct insults to them both. But no blade, no blood. Her head rests atop shoulders.
"Think y'beat it," Cedric's hand drops into a loose arc. The air abruptly grows heavier, duller, and the spirit spasms from them both; into the distance. "Never seen no one talk a demon out, oughta make you th'knight."
The eluvians stand in circle before them, at last, along a clear, flat path.
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So clearly, they're not using that. He falls into step behind her. A few steps, another,
Valour lifts the axe. It cracks out abrupt for Hermione's neck, and Cedric throws an arm around her, ready to reach for some Other place,
He needn't. The spirit dissipates, and the axe with it; unraveled into so much swarming gold light. An angry drone hives at the air, buzzing indistinct insults to them both. But no blade, no blood. Her head rests atop shoulders.
"Think y'beat it," Cedric's hand drops into a loose arc. The air abruptly grows heavier, duller, and the spirit spasms from them both; into the distance. "Never seen no one talk a demon out, oughta make you th'knight."
The eluvians stand in circle before them, at last, along a clear, flat path.