who: @lilyii​ when: 6th of january 2026 where: little hangleton graveyard
“Save the others. Now!”
“Cleo!” He barked and dipped his grazed chin toward their friends, without hesitation her large eyes narrowed and she shot off across the ground.
Blood wended itself weakly down his throat as he finished his incantation, the purpled edges of where Lily had been struck were not smooth nor healed entirely but no longer wept the strange viscous liquid that had burned at his fingertips. “You’re going to have to adjust your casting stance, you take another curse to the side like that in the same spot and even I’ll start to have trouble finding bits of you to stick back together.” Scor was breathless already but the uncomfortable tightness of the bond took over toward the end of his sentence and had him gasping the last few words until he launched himself away from her out of his shaky crouch. Cleo caught a curse on her broad side, there wasn’t enough of her even with all her speed. All of the hairs on his arms stood on end. “Locomotor Wiggly!” One collapsed to their jelly-like knees in confusion. “Protego!” Scor bellowed.
