@greta-catchlove
The same place she had just been having drinks, laughing, was blown up in a matter of seconds. She should’ve expected something was going to go wrong during a beautiful, perfect weekend, just like it had in the beginning of the year. The war, everything, nothing was the same and nothing was going to be back to being uncomplicated. A scream, and Dorcas was off, her wand at the ready, every healing charm and levitating charm she could think of at the tip of her tongue ready to use. Still, the sheer sight of it all caught her off guard, just for a bit.
“I can’t believe this.”
But she should’ve, and she hated herself for not. She hated herself for not believing that another terrible thing could happen when she should’ve wised up to her reality. She couldn’t be in her head now, though, she had to help people. This was not about her own disbelief, not now, it was about helping the people who were hurt. Looking over, she saw a familiar crop of blonde hair ( it could’ve been anyone ) and started to run for it.Â
“Greta?”














