“I’d ask why you care, but we really don’t have time for that,” Millicent bit out, still gripping her leg where that cutting curse had caused her to crumple – she was damned lucky Longbottom had shot a stunner moments later, or the masked bastard advancing on her might have been able to wipe her off the playing field once and for all rather than disapparating when the odds seemed tougher.
Later, some part of her would look back on this and wonder if that had been an old “friend” of her dad behind the mask, but for now the only thing that mattered was keeping this area contained and making sure whoever that was didn’t cause any real trouble.
“If you really want to help, you should report this to the Ministry – I think we both know they won’t believe shit from me.” A Slytherin reporting an attack from a Death Eater, two days before the commemoration of the fallen fifty? She’d probably be arrested for breathing.
“I can handle this, but whoever that was, I can’t imagine they’re going to stop here, so go.”
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