Hogwarts / Wizarding World AU

[flightforfreedom]

Like it says on the tin.

Feel free to use the plotting thread or just dump a top level and go for it.

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[flightforfreedom]

[ Just as wryly: ]

Depends on the hex. Jelly legs might be interesting.

[ But he slid his wand back into place as he stepped up to her, reaching for her hand almost automatically. ]

Okay. I can't see how anyone would know to find us here - unless they captured Leua, but then we'd have bigger things to worry about. But I thought we were safe in the ministry, too.

[killtime]

[ Her hand is already there, meeting his halfway. She gives him a little squeeze as her fingers tangle with his. ]

Better safe than sorry. [ It's a grim sort of joke when she goes on: ] Being dead would probably be a damper on our sex lives too.

[ A heavy exhale. Her whole body feels tired, but tense at the same time — filled with a restless energy she can't quite let go of, while some unknown danger is still out there somewhere, beyond her sight. There's not much else to do about it now, but it's still hard to settle down anyway. It's half-absent when she asks aloud: ]

You think we're safe enough to rest a while?

[flightforfreedom]

If we're not safe here, we're not safe anywhere.

[ It wasn't a yes. But it was as close to a yes as they were going to get, right now. He squeezed her hand again and led her deeper into the house. It wasn't big. The main bedroom was the entire upper floor, with slanted walls that peaked in the center, no real ceiling. The little spiral staircase that led up to it was tough - Poe felt his healing bones as he climbed it, gritting his teeth. But once they were up there, it was easy to see out into the woods around them from a huge round window at the head of the bed. ]

Here, let me make sure you're not wounded. You could take a muggle bullet and not shrug, and I'd rather not wake up in a pool of blood if I can help it.

[killtime]

[ The stairs feel daunting. The aches and pains left over from the fight at the Ministry have no problem reminding her of their presence as she drags her feet up to the second floor with Poe. They've both looked a hell of a lot better. But hey. At least they're still together, right? ]

Don't be dramatic. I'm fine. [ She says dismissively with a sigh. Doesn't matter if that's true or not — she'll say it anyway. Even though there's definitely a cut above her eyebrow that's gone sticky with blood, and her ribs are probably bruised from catching the fringe of an Expulso Curse. Not to mention all the various nicks and cuts she can't be bothered with. ] Nothing a few hours of sleep won't fix.

[ Or a few hours of laying awake staring at the ceiling, since sleep seems a bit of a reach right now. ]