Harry Potter had many good qualities, including bravery, patience, and kindness. Unfortunately, none of them were any help in this situation.
Harry pulled out his wand and muttered a spell. "Episkey." It was a healing spell that he had far too much experience using.
Now that his nose was fixed, Harry focused on the objects that he had accidentally rammed into. "What the-" They seemed to be people -people with wings.
(Max pov): I stared at the new threat, who seemed to be riding a broomstick like an old-timey witch. As far as I could tell, it was a boy, around my age.
The flock circled around him. Fang (trying to be "in control") gave me the signal to start my interrogation. "Okay, witch, tell us everything. Who's your leader?"
"I-I-" he stuttered. Heh, I bet whoever he's working for didn't explain how totally awesome we are.
"Not talking, huh?" I said. "Well, we have other ways of extracting information, right?"
Angel smiled creepily. God, sometimes I love that kid.
The boy had the good sense to look nervous.
(Harry pov): "Back off!" Harry said. No sense being careful here. Those kids were obviously strong enough to snap him in half. And although he had faced worse, even the smallest girl creeped him out.
"Protego!" he shouted. Instantly, a shield sprung up in front of him. The smallest boy tilted his head. "Huh?" He slowly flew forward and hit the shield. "Oomph!"
The pale-skinned boy was at his side in a flash. "Gasman, you okay?" Gasman? What kind of name was that? Harry became aware of a very foul odor. Oh.
The leader narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" She cracked her knuckles, and Harry guessed that a lie wouldn't make her like him any better.
Harry breathed in deeply. "My name is Harry Potter. And I'm a wizard."