Bad
Mag and Severus both looked up.
Behind the group of boys were three, tall gentlemen; they effectively evened the odds, their three with her and Severus' two making five against the gang of five boys.
The one who'd spoken was tall, dark haired and very handsome. But he was unusually pale, and his eyes were oddly shaped and had a tint of… Red to them?
Mag shrank back.
Severus watched in awe.
The tallest man leaned down and looked Chuck in the eyes. No one had to wonder if Chuck was scared or not; they could see the dark spot growing on his shorts.
"You are never," The man said softly, "To bother these two again." His gaze flickered briefly to each of the other boys, paralyzed with fear. "Do you understand, little muggles?"
They all nodded as one.
"Now go."
They bolted, whimpering like kicked dogs. The man smiled down at the little wizard and witch.
"Thank you," Severus whispered, standing up and wiping the stream of blood that was trailing down over his eyelid. The man wordlessly produced a wand, touched it to Severus' head and the mark where the rock had hit disappeared, as did the blood. The stranger sighed. His two friends had said nothing during the encounter, and remained silent now.
Mag looped her arm with Severus' and huddled close.
"Such a shame when muggles don't know their place." He let his odd eyes flip between the pair of them, a small smile warping his lips. "You must be Magdalene Dafoe… And Severus Snape."
Both children went tense with surprise. "I am familiar with your mother-" He pointed causally at Severus with his wand. "-And your father." He switched to Mag. He gave them an eerie smile. "I shall be interested to see how you both progress in school." He motioned to his men, and then they disappeared.
Mag and Severus exchanged slow, solemn looks.
"I don't think we should tell our parents about this." Mag whispered. Severus nodded.
"No way."
