[On the Hogwarts Express | With Paul]
"Are you okay?" Lola asked once she managed to calm down and take a few deep breaths. The weight of Nergui was a bit... heavier than she expected, but she could hold him. Running, though, might be more of a hassle. The fact there were gunshots meant that staying here only made Lola and Paul caged victims. And she wouldn't dare abandon her friend and hope someone would think he was dead.
She huffed, thinking. "You know a levitation spell? I can't get my wand because of this dead weight." She rolled her shoulder, casing the unconscious man on her back to limply rise and fall. "I don't like staying here. I'm half afraid someone might come along and shoot us. But even going out might expose us to someone who'd want to do us harm..."
To be honest, what was better? To be a sitting duck, or to be able to fight? Though she would be quite sure that she couldn't block a bullet. "My vote... is to get out. We might run into some people who survived. Better in groups, right?"
She huffed, thinking. "You know a levitation spell? I can't get my wand because of this dead weight." She rolled her shoulder, casing the unconscious man on her back to limply rise and fall. "I don't like staying here. I'm half afraid someone might come along and shoot us. But even going out might expose us to someone who'd want to do us harm..."
To be honest, what was better? To be a sitting duck, or to be able to fight? Though she would be quite sure that she couldn't block a bullet. "My vote... is to get out. We might run into some people who survived. Better in groups, right?"




