The kind that produces magic. It's - like a focus. [It's difficult to explain wands to someone who's never seen them, and run from the undead and the guards at the same time. Nevermind that it violates the statute of secrecy - sod the statute of secrecy right now, because wherever she is, she doubts Aurors are going to show up and whisk her away. In fact, she'd even prefer it, but that's something to try another day.
She keeps up with the man, simply because she's been running for so long this past year that the pace doesn't surprise her.]
Oh, god. [She walks faster past the blood and the corpses, trying to not look, trying to not remember them, shoulders tense and jaw clenched. Not the right time to have a panic, definitely.
So she latches onto something safe and known: asking questions.]
You - are very good with that. Is it a magic sword?
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She keeps up with the man, simply because she's been running for so long this past year that the pace doesn't surprise her.]
Oh, god. [She walks faster past the blood and the corpses, trying to not look, trying to not remember them, shoulders tense and jaw clenched. Not the right time to have a panic, definitely.
So she latches onto something safe and known: asking questions.]
You - are very good with that. Is it a magic sword?