opening(hehelpedheromeupwithit.ittookthemthreehours.herofthemwerethatfunny.)andifanyoneriedwhenshetalkedaboutthoseshehadlost.shehadbeenathishouse(harry’shouse?heanprobablysayit’shishouse)untftermidnightstnight,pratiingthewaysheenuniatedeverywordandthedramatieffetheldineahphrase,makingsuresheknewwhentopauseforeyeontat.theyhadevenmadeupabunhofsignalsfordraotogiveher,shouldhebewathingandseepeoplelookingonfused,forhertoknowifsheistooloudortooquiet,toofastortooslow.

he’slistening,butheisn’twathing,whihiswhyheseesitbeforeanyoneelsedoes.

howtheentireateringompanyhadseemedtomeltawayintotheshadowswhenthespeehstarted,buttherewasstillonemandressedintheiruniformedgingtowardsthefrontoftherowd.howhiswandwasglingfromhisfingers,eventhoughtheyhadbeenmadetohektheirwandsatthedoorforwhattheyimedtobeseuritymeasures.howevenashermionewasstillspeakingandtherowdwasstillwathing,thehandelieraboveherstartedtosway,justabit,enoughtosendsatteringoflightrefletingofftherystalsandingoverthefaesofthosewathing.

oneofthebeamsoflightatheshermionearosstheeyes,brightenoughthatshelosesherfousandhalfraisesherhandtoblokit.it’stheonlyreasonthatanyonenotiesitatall,andthereisanawfulsenseofdejavu,thewaydraoanhearronsreamingforhermiomoveoutofthewayandhowthehandelierwasfalling,falling,fallingdowntoher,andshewouldnotgetoutofthewayintime,anditwasjustlikethatnightatthemanoronlytherewasnodobbytosavehernow.

therewasnoosaveher,atually.ronwastoofaraway,andnoonehadtheirwands,andevenkingsleywasnotloseenoughtosaveher.caughtoffguard,noneoftheothershadevenstartedtomoveye