Feeling her hand on his back he look at her, but he couldn't speak. Doing so would give the tears a reason to escape, as anything he said was likely to expose him for the coward he was acting like. He didn't want to be like this—even less so in front of her, for some reason. Instead he nodded, grateful that she had given instructions rather than questions. He fished his wand out of his pocket and held it up, at least comforted by the fact that a failed blasting charm wouldn't be the end of the world for them. Probably.

His spell lit up and before he could really register what was happening, the fallen wall was blasted into pieces, and Raphael's eyes shut once again.

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