Running Away
Crashes and screams followed her, snatching at her waist-length black hair. Her large green eyes were wet and desperate, half-closed against the wind battling with her face as she ran, ran to escape the horror behind her.
She clenched a black embroidered bag in her iron grip. She was running for it and it alone. Her frenzied mind turned to her companions.
Who had gotten away?
Who had fallen?
And who had betrayed her?
The screams echoed through the forest, cutting through the smoke cleanly. A head snapped up. Reddish, cropped hair swished as hazel eyes scanned the area.
Snatching up a large toadstool sprouting from the base of a rotting tree, she jumped up and darted behind some brush, out of the clearing. Her fingers twitched, aching for the wood that should have been beneath them.
Pain, pure pain.
Biting back a cry, a blond head bends over her splitting arm, long hair draping over her face. She bit her cheek hard, hoping to staunch the pain. Tears and blood rolled down her cheek and blended, staining her pale skin.
They're going to find me.
Crack.
All three gasped at the same time, cowering behind their sparse camoflauge.
The redhead waited for a second, then identified the face of the raven-haired girl.
"Nyx? From Ravenclaw?"
Nyx started, then stood up. I've been seen anyway. "Would that be the voice of the arrogant Dea?"
"No, it's Lord Voldie himself."
"I'm sure."
Nyx kept her distance cautiously, reciting lists of spells and potions mentally. Imperious. Polyjuice. Any number of Transfiguration spells. Thousands. Better safe than sorry. She flicked out her long white wand, training it steadily at Dea.
"Oh, going to use that, are you?" said Dea dryly.
A small cry came from the bushes, and they both jumped, startled.
"Show yourself!" Nyx said.
"Don't… please… help…" a weak voice said.
Dea glanced at Nyx, decided she wasn't going to do anything, and walked cautiously over to the bush.
"Wait! You don't know what's-"
"YOU!" cried Dea.