"Why?" She whispered, eyes trained on the emerald smoke.
"What are you doing?!" Theo snapped, yanking her behind him, narrowly avoiding the spell now whizzing past her ear.
"...but, Peter?! ...this shouldn't be happening?!"
Theo shot her a concerned look before leading her hands to the back of his cloak. She gripped the fabric, knuckles white. "Run now, think later," he commanded over his shoulder.
She nodded, numbly, allowing him to lead her to the treeline.
Hours later, in Theo's kitchen, she cried. "I think...I'm forgetting things."
"I'm here." She was still gripping his cloak.