His decade's long sourness towards his failed attempt at auror-ism was beginning to fade as the expedition continued to reveal why exactly he'd been forced to drop out of the training program. He'd been unable to cope with the stress when faced with imminent danger and had chosen to flee instead, and now the sight of blood was making his stomach churn to where his body refused to take a step in either direction. It made his desk job no less appealing, but now he could see it wasn't the worst he could have done in life.

"I can't - this is just awful," he commented unhelpfully, his gaze shifting back and forth between the injured woman, the ground, and the rest of their party. With Miss MacKay and Spryly gone, the team had lost their most useful and physically-able members. In short, they were fucked.

"We all need to get out of here. It's not safe and we don't know the way around."

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