'Nearly,' Mel says grimly. 'I mean--I tried to talk to her and she just ran at me with it...and then I got my swo--then I held her off,' Mel says, not sure she should have a sword in any case, 'And tried to talk to her, and she just...chucked it at me, and ran off.'
Michael's handling of the dagger makes Mel look at her own hand. She wasn't stupid enough to touch the blade, but she didn't shield her hand, and now it itches.
She pokes at her palm, dotting little jets of green healing light at it. 'She's going to have more stuff, isn't she? And sooner or later one of us is going to make a mistake.' Her voice cracks a little. She doesn't want to keep fighting if she can help it. Hogwarts was meant to be safe from all that.
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Date: 2007-07-31 02:38 pm (UTC)Michael's handling of the dagger makes Mel look at her own hand. She wasn't stupid enough to touch the blade, but she didn't shield her hand, and now it itches.
She pokes at her palm, dotting little jets of green healing light at it. 'She's going to have more stuff, isn't she? And sooner or later one of us is going to make a mistake.' Her voice cracks a little. She doesn't want to keep fighting if she can help it. Hogwarts was meant to be safe from all that.