the moment to f i g h t / feburary 4th / dorcas + marlene
"On you go!" Dorcas called, and in the midst of her sprint she bent down to grip a pair of shoulders and pull the older boy back up to his feet whom had fallen due to the mass crowd. She pushed throughout the sea of students, her legs moving in only one direction; towards the back exit of the castle.
She skillfully maneuvered throughout the halls, ducking and diving at any chance she got. Her hand lifted her shirt slightly as she wielded her wand. Rounding a corner she came to a sudden halt at the sight of two girls curled up behind a suit of armor statue.
"Aye, what’re you doing? Up, get up!"
The first year girl reached for her, and Dorcas immediately clutched her tightly and awaited her friend. Pushing their backs in the direction of the Great Hall, she shouted, “Go!”
Never in all her years had she experienced the castle as crowded as it was in that moment. She pushed and fought, determined to make it out. As she did so, she remembered the vow she made with Marlene McKinnon — her best friend. They sat in Marlene's bed, eating snacks they'd swiped from the kitchens, and both swore to each other that if there was a fight to be fought they'd be in the frontline. No sense of nervousness ran through her core. Actually, no sense of anything ran through her ( which was perhaps why she and Marlene would l i t e r a l l y be running in the wolves' den ).
Running out those wide open doors and having her face be slapped with the harsh wind she practically stumbled backwards, allowing herself a moment to catch her breath as she awaited Marlene in their designated spot. Footsteps echoed, and she knew her best friend too well to know that they didn't belong to her. Dorcas pressed her back to the castle, praying she would go unnoticed. As Professor Flitwick and Slughorn's walk turned into a run they made their way across the lawn and then disappeared on the downward climb to Hagrid's hut.
