Blaise felt his stomach drop as he heard a scream he wished he would never have to hear in his life. That voice was so familiar from the textbook-recited answers that were released from her mouth at unholy speeds, her pained scream sounded unnatural. He had been glad to see her get away from the red torture curse, but froze as he remembered the empty space that lay below them. If she were lucky, Hermione would land on safety, if not, she would finally find out what was at the bottom of the chasm.
The latter was something Blaise wished wouldn't happen, but was a possibility now.
The wraith-like figure turned to him. The creature floated about half a meter off the ground, which put the area where Blaise would have assumed the face to be at around the height of his own. Which, quite frankly, was awful as it always was.
"Again? Really? Really?" Blaise called in annoyance as he realised that Hermione had probably been near that edge on purpose to form a plan while he was the unwilling 'distraction' for the monster.
It didn't take too long for Hermione's plans to be put into action, but that didn't always mean that the little time he served as bait was always painless. Sometimes Blaise really wondered why he had a crush on the girl who nearly always got him in a situation where he could almost die.
They were partners: the brain and the bait. Blaise clearly had a lower life expectancy between the two, the stress of hoping that Hermione's plan would work on whichever mission they had was definitely going to kill him one day.
If Hermione didn't kill him for his apparent stupidity first.
Trying to survive was clearly stupid in Hermione's books, because Blaise was supposed to memorise the entirety of "Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them" as well as know all their weaknesses while running around trying not to get killed.
The woman was clearly out of her mind, not that he would tell Hermione that to her face. He would rather die.
Fortunately for him, that would also be the result if he decided otherwise. Or if he didn't survive the part where he acted as bait.
To be honest the only difference would be the amount of pain involved in the whole process.
"Hermione! Some help would be nice. Thanks in advance," Blaise yelled again as he narrowly avoided the claws of the creature. He could hear a vague muttering that was echoing through the cavern like a haunted melody. "Stop muttering and HELP ME, WOMAN!"
Blaise didn't even know how Hermione got a broom, but she flew up from the cavern on one, a blinding light in her left hand. The creature flinched.
"Whatever you're doing, keep doing it!" Blaise yelled as he ran. He also left her behind just as often, but he knew she would never die.
If she did, he would just have to find a necromancer and cover it up.
Written for Chicklets Game Competition: (dialogue) Again? Really? Really?