Dropping his broom as a hail hit him harshly in the arm, Thomas winced and ran to where someone seemed to be struggling with an unconscious body. Oh, Merlin. Someone was definitely dead. Inhaling deeply, Thomas grabbed the unconscious man alongside the other guy and began helping drag him toward the others, “I lost my broom.” Thomas mourned for a moment with a wince as a raindrop singed his arm, “We need to go… get into cover.” The tone of outright panic on Thomas’ eyes was clear as day.

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