Helga sat in the pool of her own blood, a pout slipping onto her face as the man, grumpy and apparently heartless, plucked the axe out of her grasp without much difficulty. She had no medical experience, but knew enough from adventure novels that she needed to tie a piece of cloth around her leg—so she did.
She ripped a piece of fabric off Miss Gallivan's dress, not wanting to ruin her own, and tied it tightly around her leg. She was fortunate that her cut was not so deep; the same couldn't see said for Miss Gallivan.
She had just managed to get back to her feet when the entire room began to shake. The wobbly bookshelf rattled and then collapsed, and the floorboards began to creak. The brick wall at the back of the room shook the most violently of all, and suddenly they parted in the same way the brick entrance to Diagon Alley did.
It didn't lead to the outside—there was another room, and... a body?
"Is he alive?" she asked to no one in particular. She took a single step forward and was relieved to find that the room behind the brick wall actually looked like a shop. Perhaps they'd been in the back of the shop all along!
She ripped a piece of fabric off Miss Gallivan's dress, not wanting to ruin her own, and tied it tightly around her leg. She was fortunate that her cut was not so deep; the same couldn't see said for Miss Gallivan.
She had just managed to get back to her feet when the entire room began to shake. The wobbly bookshelf rattled and then collapsed, and the floorboards began to creak. The brick wall at the back of the room shook the most violently of all, and suddenly they parted in the same way the brick entrance to Diagon Alley did.
It didn't lead to the outside—there was another room, and... a body?
"Is he alive?" she asked to no one in particular. She took a single step forward and was relieved to find that the room behind the brick wall actually looked like a shop. Perhaps they'd been in the back of the shop all along!
— set by MJ! <3 —