[Of all the perfect times for Hermione Granger to swear, this one's in the top ten. She is half-way to following behind Jacob when the barrel falls, and she hears the guards' voices coming closer.
She mouths a quick 'shit' in Jacob's direction, eyes wide, and thinks fast. Misdirection. She needs something else in the opposite direction to distract the guards, to make them head there. Pressed between a rock and a hard place, she summons the first thing that comes to mind.
It turns out whispering expecto patronum is just as effective as shouting it, as long as the intentions and the happy memories are there. (Hugging Ron and Harry hello after a summer apart, throwing food at Wrathion and Anduin in a cave and laughing despite tense circumstances, seeing her parents in the enchanted mirror from Ke-Waihu, tasting her first proper English breakfast tea on board the massive train. Happy memories.)
A blueish, transparent otter pours out of the tip of her wand, and she flicks it towards the direction of the guards. Her Patronus floats as if it's swimming in water, squirming out from between barrels and scuttling between the legs of said guards, in the opposite direction of where Hermione is.
It works. She doesn't give herself a chance to celebrate, just takes advantage of the fact that all four guards are running after the otter, and rushes over to join Jacob, shoving him quickly in the direction of the office.] Go. Go go go.
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She mouths a quick 'shit' in Jacob's direction, eyes wide, and thinks fast. Misdirection. She needs something else in the opposite direction to distract the guards, to make them head there. Pressed between a rock and a hard place, she summons the first thing that comes to mind.
It turns out whispering expecto patronum is just as effective as shouting it, as long as the intentions and the happy memories are there. (Hugging Ron and Harry hello after a summer apart, throwing food at Wrathion and Anduin in a cave and laughing despite tense circumstances, seeing her parents in the enchanted mirror from Ke-Waihu, tasting her first proper English breakfast tea on board the massive train. Happy memories.)
A blueish, transparent otter pours out of the tip of her wand, and she flicks it towards the direction of the guards. Her Patronus floats as if it's swimming in water, squirming out from between barrels and scuttling between the legs of said guards, in the opposite direction of where Hermione is.
It works. She doesn't give herself a chance to celebrate, just takes advantage of the fact that all four guards are running after the otter, and rushes over to join Jacob, shoving him quickly in the direction of the office.] Go. Go go go.