can't we please have a quiet school year just once
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"...Right."

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"You always have more choices than people give you."

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"So why is pointing that out more of a problem?"

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"I don't like liars. Especially people who pretend to be friendly and say you have choices, but they'll only accept one of them. People who say 'do this or I'll hurt you' are fine, since I always kill them first."

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Shrug.

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"That sounds like a way to end up in a lot of fights."

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"I like fights."

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She nods. "And... You can't be yourself if you - bow your head."

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"Yeah."

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She shuffles.

"...But if you get into lots of fights then you - hurt people who don't deserve to be hurt, and you risk getting me hurt if you're - getting into lots of fights around me."

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She falls silent.

The thestral straights, wings fluttering a bit, and cranes its head to look over at another patch of trees nearer Hogwarts.

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What does it see?

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Bellatrix looks over too, her expression promptly flipping to 'terrified.'

There's nothing distinct, but - darkness. Spreading. An uneasy feeling.

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Professor Reynolds draws her wand.

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Ellie casts her Patronus.

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Fay casts hers, eyes widening only slightly when it comes out not as her usual large bird but as Ellie's Animagus form, hissing a warning at the oncoming cloud.

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Anathema manages hers after two false starts, shivering, eyes wide. It's more diffuse than the last time she cast, wavering.

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Bellatrix draws her wand, but - apparently can't case a Patronus.

Several more thestrals flow out of the forest, stamping. Many of them are paler, harder to see, vague indistinct shapes in the corner of Ellie's vision.

The cloud of Dementors draws closer rapidly.

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"We have to go."

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"Ellie, your invisibility cloak - it might hide you and Anathema," she says, turning to the thestrals and making brief eye contact with Bellatrix.

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- Who nods, swallowing, as the horizon darkens, and raises her strange wand. One of the thestrals stops beside her.

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She pulls the cloak out of her pouch and tosses it over the pair of them. Obviously if an escaped murderer is known to be in the area and have a personal interest in your friend, you carry your invisibility cloak around.

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- The world goes grey, and they can suddenly see far more thestrals, paler and paler and increasingly more like someone had a horrific nightmare about the idea of a horse than anything as explicable as 'skeletally thin horse with wings and clawed hooves.' You could maybe, if you were very determined, lie to yourself that some of these are just odd blurry skeletons. The Dementors - they can see through their cloaks, almost, to a strange void at their hearts.

The thestrals all turn to look at them, something red like embers glowing in their empty sockets. The one Bellatrix called to a stop - thankfully vaguely resembling a normal creature that's supposed to exist - snorts and walks over to the two girls.

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"Get on the thestral, both of you," Fay says, voice soft and firm. "We'll follow."

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"Professor-"

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