The Marauders' Final Strike.

[axkingforit]

 OOC Note: This will be in action-reaction format, just like Peter and Raivis's wedding and the rooftop concert before that. Adieu and good night.

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[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre ran through every curse and hex as the four fled down the halls. Well, three. He had pushed Berwald and Zhi into running as soon as he had processed what the fire and blast signified. He spared a thought for their health, but dismissed it. If they could keep up, they couldn't be that injured. He had no idea if Søren followed, and honestly at this point he didn't care. Let the bastard be left behind.

What the hell had Søren been thinking? They played pranks, sure, but there was a difference between startling people and minor property damage and destroying a whole section of the school. You didn't get a slap on the wrist and detention for that. Sindre tried to ignore the voices whispering "expulsion, expulsion" to focus on running, but the threat loomed in the back of his mind.

And, Sindre knew, he wasn't just pissed because of what they did. It wasn't even that due to the unknown nature of the blast, the getaway route he planned probably wouldn't suffice, though his pride had taken a blow. It was that Søren hadn't told them what they were in for. Oh, sure, Søren had mentioned minor explosions-that's why Zhi was brought along-but he made it sound more like something along the size of what was set off at the Gryffindor party, or maybe what Søren had used at the game. Not...this. And yes, he could have, and probably should have, questioned what was in all the boxes and what sort of explosion it would make, but he had trusted Søren.

He wouldn't make that mistake again.

And it was that betrayal, that loss of trust, that had Sindre livid as the fled through the castle. They were friends, conspirators together, and they had to trust each other to know exactly what prank they were pulling, that the others would play their exact roles, that no one would flip and turn the rest in. Søren decimated that almost effortlessly, at least with Sindre.

Sindre swore again as he saw Jared down a side hallway. He didn't think they had been seen as they blew past the entrance to it, but people were starting to come investigate. They were never going to make it to the Room of Requirement. He jerked his head to the side, towards a darkened classroom, before darting inside. Berwald followed him, then Zhi, then...well, it seemed as if Søren had kept up after all.

Distantly registering Zhi shutting the door behind them, Sindre slammed Søren against the wall. "What the fuck was that," he growled. "What made you feel the need to blow up the dungeons? And involve us? If you wanted to get your ass kicked so badly, that's fine, but no need to drag us down with you. You are such a fucking idiot! We could have killed someone!" Søren tried to say something, but Sindre just pushed him back harder. "You lied to us. To me! And for what? So you could indulge in your suicidal tendencies?"

"Lumos!"

An unexpected voice broke into Sindre's rant, causing him to break off and turn directly into the sudden burst of light. Raising one hand to shield his eyes, Sindre had a moment to think 'Funny, we hid in the Muggle Studies classroom and we used non-magical explosives...' before he identified the new figure.

"Professor Edelstein?"