[from here] Nerves squeezed his chest tightly, though at first it seemed the stairwell was empty. Armand climbed up a few steps and gripped the handrail, waiting for Citan. This was no place to linger, nor would he allow them to get separated.
"I'm perfectly fine," Citan assured the younger man. There was pain, yes, but he had felt worse. And he knew how to ignore it. Besides, there were other things that were far more pressing that needed attention.
"It smells as though a very large number of people were killed," he said, frowning somewhat. The stench of blood seemed to be seeping through the walls. What on earth had happened?
He shook his head some, blocking out the all too familiar scent. They had reached the stairs, and he followed quickly behind Armand up them.
"Don't linger for my sake," he called. "I can keep up."
"I only want to be cetain that you do. I don't want to on my own around here any more than you should be left alone."
That said, Armand turned and trotted up the stairs, making sure the light poked into all the corners where something nasty could lurk. If he hurried it was less tempting to fret. He didn't have the breath for it. At the top of the stairs, he paused and shoved his small knife up his left sleeve, which kept it easy to pull but left one hand entirely free so long as he had the map rolled up around the light.
With his two smaller companions in tow, Kurama reached the stairwell as quickly and quietly as possible. He paused, listening for the sounds of any creatures, anything to alert them to possible danger. Nothing so far. All seemed to be well, so to speak.
The stairwell was empty, so Usagi wasted no time rushing her way up the stairs. The muscles in her legs burned from the strain and she nearly tripped from the pain in the injured one, but she continue overcompensating for her weaknesses in order to hide them from the others.
Severus looked down the stairs with a well-hidden sense of trepidation. The stairs seemed swirl for a second in his tired vision. At least there didn't seem to be any monsters. He wasn't in any shape to defend his charge.
The news that spells were diminished so seriously that a Patronus spell could wear out Snape so much silenced Harry completely. He needed to be focused on getting the Professor to safety.
He noticed that Snape seemed a little more than drowsy but resisted the urge to ask if the man was going to go further. They would make it because they had too, though Harry was much more cautious now.
He didn't promise not to do anything 'Gryffindorish'. If it came down to it he would put himself in harm's way to protect the man he was helping to support. He would do everything in his power to protect Snape.
Harry glanced around carefully and waited for Snape's cue before attempting the stairs.
Riza stepped out a little ahead of the two, sweeping her flashlight along the stairwell, including the stairs, the walls, and above them. All seemed clear, but then, if the shadows themselves were a menace . . .
But she'd do what she could with what they had. They weren't safe stopping, after all. Carefully, she put her weight on the first stair, then the next. So far, so good. Just because it hadn't collapsed, or triggered an attack, however, didn't mean it was safe. She moved in front of Harry's path with the professor, waiting to see if they could follow. If either of them took a tumble, it was better to be in front to stop them.
Still, the professor wasn't looking well, and she wondered if he could take the stairs at all.
"I can carry him if needed," she offered, flatly, but quietly. It would be over her shoulder and awkward for both of them, but she was solid enough to manage it if it came to it. They had to get back. And there was no telling what was waiting for them outside the stairwell.
"I may not be at my desired strength, but I am not a complete invalid." His pride, and unwillingness to show weakness had him grabbing the railing while resolutely taking a few steps. He still used Harry for support, and was secretly grateful that Hawkeye had taken the lead, but his steps were, barring a few almost stumbles, true.
He had made it all the way to Hogwarts from the Malfoy's with more injuries than he had now. There was no way mere stairs were going to defeat their journey back to...wherever they happened to be going.
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"It smells as though a very large number of people were killed," he said, frowning somewhat. The stench of blood seemed to be seeping through the walls. What on earth had happened?
He shook his head some, blocking out the all too familiar scent. They had reached the stairs, and he followed quickly behind Armand up them.
"Don't linger for my sake," he called. "I can keep up."
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That said, Armand turned and trotted up the stairs, making sure the light poked into all the corners where something nasty could lurk. If he hurried it was less tempting to fret. He didn't have the breath for it. At the top of the stairs, he paused and shoved his small knife up his left sleeve, which kept it easy to pull but left one hand entirely free so long as he had the map rolled up around the light.
Then he hurried out into the corridor.
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With his two smaller companions in tow, Kurama reached the stairwell as quickly and quietly as possible. He paused, listening for the sounds of any creatures, anything to alert them to possible danger. Nothing so far. All seemed to be well, so to speak.
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The stairwell was empty, so Usagi wasted no time rushing her way up the stairs. The muscles in her legs burned from the strain and she nearly tripped from the pain in the injured one, but she continue overcompensating for her weaknesses in order to hide them from the others.
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Severus looked down the stairs with a well-hidden sense of trepidation. The stairs seemed swirl for a second in his tired vision. At least there didn't seem to be any monsters. He wasn't in any shape to defend his charge.
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He noticed that Snape seemed a little more than drowsy but resisted the urge to ask if the man was going to go further. They would make it because they had too, though Harry was much more cautious now.
He didn't promise not to do anything 'Gryffindorish'. If it came down to it he would put himself in harm's way to protect the man he was helping to support. He would do everything in his power to protect Snape.
Harry glanced around carefully and waited for Snape's cue before attempting the stairs.
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But she'd do what she could with what they had. They weren't safe stopping, after all. Carefully, she put her weight on the first stair, then the next. So far, so good. Just because it hadn't collapsed, or triggered an attack, however, didn't mean it was safe. She moved in front of Harry's path with the professor, waiting to see if they could follow. If either of them took a tumble, it was better to be in front to stop them.
Still, the professor wasn't looking well, and she wondered if he could take the stairs at all.
"I can carry him if needed," she offered, flatly, but quietly. It would be over her shoulder and awkward for both of them, but she was solid enough to manage it if it came to it. They had to get back. And there was no telling what was waiting for them outside the stairwell.
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"I may not be at my desired strength, but I am not a complete invalid." His pride, and unwillingness to show weakness had him grabbing the railing while resolutely taking a few steps. He still used Harry for support, and was secretly grateful that Hawkeye had taken the lead, but his steps were, barring a few almost stumbles, true.
He had made it all the way to Hogwarts from the Malfoy's with more injuries than he had now. There was no way mere stairs were going to defeat their journey back to...wherever they happened to be going.
[[Barely making it to here]]
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