The sound of footsteps became louder just as Foxwood had the books in hand. "Uh oh." Agrimony said, though his tone might as well have matched one used to comment on the laziest Sunday cricket game. He watched the Ravenclaw for a half a moment longer before rolling his eyes. Merlin the chap really wouldn't do well at all under any sort of duress, extreme or otherwise. The footsteps echoing throughout the library acted as a metronome, picking up in momentum until it sounded like they were nearly upon both of the boys. Foxwood still hadn't moved.

"Oh for Christ's sake," Agrimony muttered, leaning forward and hooking a hand around Foxwood's elbow. "Let's go." He coaxed, as if trying to get a small child to inch forward. The Slytherin lifted the rope into the air and tugged Foxwood into the Restricted Section side. "Better hurry unless you want to get caught, Foxwood." He let go of the boy's arm and strolled further back into the library section.

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