[Dungeons] Raining Cats And Dogs [Bray]

[Erys Grace]

As the old saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. And being that Erys and Bray were both part feline themselves, you'd think common sense would have it that they had a hankering to find out what was going on around the school. Well wouldn't you be a little suspicious, with everything starting to run amok? Suits of armor strangling people and blocking entrances, trees attacking students, portraits spitting in peoples eyes, and now the staircases! Dont even get her started on that. Wasn't to say that she didn't enjoy the chaos that was sure to settle upon the school, because she did, it was just a little hard when you had all the nonsense coming after you too. Her bedsheets had nearly suffocated her this morning! And just to be sure it didn't happen again Erys had them burned and new ones commissioned, with protective spells placed on the fabric so much that she was sure the blankets would have an overdose.

Though enough was enough; at least for her undying curiosity. There was sure to be something in the dungeons, right? All those hidden passageways and doors that lead to hidden places.. One of them must hold something to explain all this. Descending down the stairs to the dungeon as a prefect waltzed up to her and questioned her as to what she was doing, Erys was about to explain herself when she remembered she wasn't a student anymore. Her mood brightened immediately. "Actually, what are you doing down here? I happen to be Ms. Hundar's apprentice. And you?" The prefect scuttled off, abashed, and she continued on her way.

Turning around a sharp corner Erys suddenly collided with someone infront of her, that looked to be inspecting a door that hadn't seemed to be there before. Catching and composing herself before she toppled over the Slytherin peered at them, figuring out at once who they were. "Bray." She grinned, figuring that he might be looking for the same thing she was.. Or at least similar to it.[/color]

[Bradyn Reed]

<sub>All the rumors swirling around was usually just part of school and something that Bray ignored. So what if it seemed like everyone was on drugs this term and rambling on about nonsensical things like the armor assaulting them? He probably never would've given a damn if it hadn't actually happened to him and Fay. Damn, stupid armored fools running into those two as if they actually thought they could slice them up. Hah! They got what they deserved.

But the fact that they came close to dying and he seemed to have a momentary out of body experience while he was sprinting through the corridors seemed to peak the boys interest. If other people were feeling like that, it was one of his new damned prefect duties to check it out anyway. Obviously the professors wouldn't do anything, like they ever did. 'Hmm... when looking for an unknown source of evil? Where do you go first?' He thought during one of his rounds and had to roll his eyes over dramatically to keep from bursting out into laughter. The paintings were more hostile than before and waking them up was likely to have them throw some of their scenery at you. Very unpleasant, he should know.

'Slytherin turf, of course.' Because everything evil revolved around the snakes, supposedly. Bray wasn't really one to see the evil that shrouded them but Ellie seemed overly weary of them. Whatever, so long as he stayed relatively at 'peace' with them, he was happy. Of course, only when he was far enough down in the dungeons to feel the need to pull out his wand and light it because his night vision wasn't enough did he realize that there was a bit of a problem. Unknown evils didn't usually just pop out and say 'hello, I'm trying to destroy Hogwarts!' It was generally good at hiding itself as a corrupted bagel right under everyone's noses.

Or.. maybe it was a little more obvious than he thought? Bray stopped short when he noticed a door in a place that was usually a tapestry and raised a brow. No tapestry.. but a highly decorated door instead? "Well, I guess I'd call that suspicious." He muttered, not going too close, though. There was something about waltzing into a room he presumed to be evil that didn't sound smart to do alone. Maybe he'd have to find Fay and Ellie on their patrols?

He was just weighing the idea when someone bumped into him, rather rudely, and he just barely managed to stay on his feet. That being an overstatement, since most of the arm flailing was acted just to seem to be a normal human rather than one with cat-like abilities. It was rather tedious to act normal at times. But really, who was bumping into him at this time of night in the Dungeons. Bray ought to write them around six detentions just for violating him.

But.. that was impossible, considering that it was evil in human form. "Damn, you must be blind as a bat, you old hag." He grunted as his own greeting but only managed the serious face for a good few seconds before he smirked and stuck his tongue out at her.

"So, you noticed something off about that door, too?" He said, swiftly moving onto a more serious topic and ignoring her little snips back at him.</sub>

[Erys Grace]

"Damn, you must be blind as a bat, you old hag."

"You wish I was blind- maybe then you'd actually win in a brawl, runt." The Slytherin shot back, her face dissolving as his had after a few moments of realising it was all in good fun. Though it wouldn't matter what she said, he'd probably just ignore it anyway and move on to the issue of the door. Which he soon did! My, she must be a mind reader. "Well even if I didn't notice something off, I'd figure it out by the way you've been staring at it." Erys stretched, the gesture causing her grin to look drunk with drowsiness. Leaning forward to sniff discreetly at it, she then drew back, scrunching her lips up in contemplation. "What, is it locked? Why dont you just open it?" She found it smelled very.. Funny. Funny as in wierd, strange, off, odd. Wrong, if you will. Even so she couldn't quell the curiousity that bubbled up inside of her, and she was soon overcome with an overwhelming urge to pry the ancient-looking door open and catch a glimpse of what was behind it.

At his pause the Slytherin rolled her eyes, brushing him aside as she stood infront of him and inspected the handle. It was peppered with rust, wrought with worn iron and a fossil in comparison to the somewhat-pleasant handles on the other doors of the dungeon. Even creepy things could hold their own level of eloquence, thank you very much, only this one just felt.. Wrong. Wrapping her long, pointed fingernails around it she gave a quick tug, and, eyes narrowing with irritation at it's refusal to give, whipped her wand out. Pointing it at the hinges, she was about to mutter the first blasting spell that came to mind, before she thought otherwise. Deciding to take a more stealthy path, she angled her wand towards the handle, and the lock. Concentrating in her head on the spell, it took half a minute for the wordless spell to work. Alohomora. Alohomora! ALO-HO-FRIGGIN-MORA! She thought angrily, and soon there was a dry, scraping noise, and the lock clicked open. Slipping her wand back in her sleeve, she flashed a triumphant glance over her shoulder at Bray before winding her fingers around the handle again, jerking it slowly towards her. Catching her breath at the sudden waft of stale, dead air that hit them, the Slytherin gave a hoarse cough, peering into the gaping whole of darkness infront of them.

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[Bradyn Reed]

<sub>Despite himself, Bray couldn't help but smirk at her comment back and he just shook his head lightly and rolled his eyes as if the mere idea was utterly ridiculous, though on the inside he had to admit it was quite witty. Horribly degrading, as any Slytherin comment should be, but still witty. Instead he just stepped back a bit as she went about assessing the door, figuring that since it was her home territory and that she was being corrupted, I mean, trained in the dark arts this might be her field. "Smells great, don't it?" He said, amused by the fact that he saw her bend a bit and flail her nostrils at it, the rustic scent seemed to waft at him from where he was standing and it was like just this section of the wall as a few hundred years older than the rest of the corridor. It was odd and it only made him wonder what was behind the door more.

But it's not like it was a corridor by the kitchens, no this was the dungeons and in the end he probably wouldn't want to know what was behind it. But before he knew it, his head was nodding as she made a comment about it being locked and his hand went to his pocket to grab his wand. Not to provide some useless light but just to unlock it, but it seemed that Erys was going to handle it... or was she? He just raised a brow at her as she seemed to be attempting wordless magic while her brows knitted together frustratedly and he couldn't quite tell what she was thinking. Maybe she forgot the spell, or just couldn't do it, but it seemed almost comical to him. "You got it?" He asked redundantly as soon as he heard the rough scrape of metal on metal that didn't sound as smooth as any of the other doors he'd broken into in the school, wait, he meant unlocked to make sure no stragglers were out of bed. Prefect, yes, of course that's what he meant.

The air blew at them with almost the force of a wind, though there was no light what-so-ever inside to the point that neither of them would be able to see anything, and that was saying something. "Me first? I'm still youthful, and I don't plan to make a living out of corrupting the youth!" He croaked worriedly as he pulled his wand out and lightly murmured a lumos to it. The light bounced into the low-ceiling tunnel but wasn't enough to see more than fifteen feet ahead of them. Walking forward because he would rather to go of his own free will than be tossed in by the beastly woman, he noticed immediately that the air wasn't as stale but more damp like it was deep under the castle, and the slope of the floor seemed to tell him that they were going lower.

"Hopefully this doesn't lead to hell," He grumbled, turning to make sure she was following rather than just slamming the door on him and fleeing.</sub>

[Erys Grace]

Smirking at as his voice shook ever so discreetly with fear, the Slytherin crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for him to waltz on down there before she had to toss him in herself. Though as soon as the thought sparkled in her head he must have gotten the memo, and he started inside, seeming to think better of being tossed through in case there were dangerous things he could land on. Wrinkling her nose again, not at the dank smell but at his own scent instead, she flashed a small smirk. He reeked of fear, and she was telling him. "Tone down the fear, will you? You're making this place stink even more." Erys taunted him as he made the comment about 'hopefully it didn't lead to hell', and she rolled her eyes. Removing her wand from her sleeve and lighting it, this time unlike the last she had tried speechless magic, she donned it with a flourish, inspecting their surroundings. Well it was clear the ground they walked on was levelled at a downward slope.. Not uncommon, but unusual in this case, it felt like they were walking somewhere further than underground. Which they were, seeing as the dungeons were already underground. Smart, Erys, very smart.

As the door disappeared from behind and they were swallowed by darkness, she did a quick taste of the air and found herself thankful that the door was still there, just too far away to be seen. Fifteen feet had her squinting, bear in mind, so they weren't that far, but still. She didn't like feeling blind, after being used to seeing everything. Avoiding a stone that jutted out in the path infront of her Erys flicked her eyes around, pinching her nose with her fingers as the smell threatened to hit her gag reflex. "Ugh, this is disgusting." She sneered, "It smells like.. Like.." She couldn't place it! It was on the tip of her tongue.. On the top of her nose.. What was it?[/color]

[Bradyn Reed]

<sub>Bradyn's eyes narrowed as he heard the loud metallic clank of the door slamming shut and his already low viability seemed to go to a whole new level. It was odd for him to have bad night vision, and perhaps if his pride weren't so large he would admit to being slightly intimidated by the darkness that even his wandlight could barely penetrate. Alright, maybe his fear was a little more obvious than his macho mind could comprehend and he rolled his eyes at her little taunting. She sure was proud of spotting that, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she was correct. Scents didn't lie, but Bray could. "It's not me, be lucky you don't have to face the headwinds of it." He huffed, though on his next breath in he did notice an odd smell mixed in with the other nasty mildewy scents. It was familiar, though not familiar because it was himself that he was getting a whiff of.

Turning around and walking backwards so he could face Erys and talk to her, he raised a brow quizzically. "I was serious about that, it's not me. But doesn't it seem familiar?" He said, trying to bounce ideas off of her though worry was present in his voice and he dared not let it go much above a whisper. "Maybe it's something we smelled at care of magical creatures?" That didn't seem like an idea that would enthuse him too much as his mind wandered over recent lessons. Salamanders, hippogriffs, kelpies, and kneazles. None of them seemed to click as the scent, and none of them were things that he would enjoy running into... well, maybe not the kneazle but it might be jealous of them being felines as well.

As he waited for an answer, he noticed Erys face change quickly in expression. It wasn't drastic like some of the odd teenagers that populated the place, but for anyone who knew her enough they could tell that suddenly something was not right. A low growl rippled behind them and his hand clenched around his wand he whipped around to face the more recent threat. He came face-to-face with a pair of glowing red eyes that were not even ten feet away from him and the darkness was thick enough that his wand couldn't make out a distinct form. A few seconds later, a few more pairs of eyes appeared but he was too transfixed by the first set to bother counting them.

"Oh shi--" He squeaked, quickly cutting himself off as fear closed it's hands around his throat and prevented him from saying anymore. Though as his eyes began to adjust to the new level of darkness, his mind clicked in on what the scent was: dog.</sub>

[Erys Grace]

Familiar? "Very." Erys murmured contemplatively, whisking her eyes around despite the lack of strong enough light. Their wands weren't going to illuminate the entire hallway, now where they? And it couldn't have been what they learned about in Care of Magical Creatures. Definitely not a kneazle, anyway, she had a pet kneazle. And Fang was definitely fine with her being a cat too. "I'm not sure.. Unless there was a lesson on-" she was about to say dogs before she was cut off by the sight of two red eyes, and soon after did more appear. They could have been surrounded for all she knew, but she, frozen in place and too distracted to care, just stared for a minute or two, uncomprehensing. Instinct had her snapping out of it, and she learned forward, hissing loudly at the shadowed threat. Bray the opposite direction of the beasts as she leaped into cat form, squeaked beside her, but the overwhelming reek of fear cut him off, and he was silent afterwards. Erys reminded herself that he was still a kitten compared to him, so that made her the one to take charge in this situation. Why is it always me? She grumbled inwardly, as the shadow-dogs started advancing, barking mockingly. "Run!" The Slytherin shouted, bolting in wide paws slapping wildly against stone.

The pack was almost upon them, snapping at their tails and drawing their thick, shadowed claws across her side. Crying out loudly--or rather yowling--the Slytherin crashed to the ground, skidding on her wounded side across the stone and leaving a wet, bloody smear in her wake. Scurrying to get back on her paws she glanced wildly around for Bray, wondering where the hell he had scampered off to. Following after his fear-scent (it was unmistakable, and very overwhelming) Erys soon re-joined him, leaping from the darkness and landing beside him. The dogs circled, jeering, blood dripping from their mouths. Hissing angrily and lashing a large paw out she managed to score one across the eyes, and it melted back into the crowd of canines, yelping.

They'd have to fight their way back to the door, unless they managed to outrun them.[/color]

[Bradyn Reed]

It was obvious that they hadn't needed to try and figure out what the scent was, as the scent planned to show them itself and surely this would be something they'd never forget. Bray stood, stunned and wide-eyed for a good bit until he could make out the forms of the shadow creatures better. They were definitely dogs, but by the size they could almost be categorized as wolves. He swore that their backs were as high as his waist, though he dared not get close enough to see. Erys' movement seemed to let his common sense come back to him and you didn't need to tell him twice that running was necessary in this situation. It seemed that he was going to get in shape this year, if he kept having to run away from ridiculous things that tried to beat him down in the hallways.

Turning around abruptly even though it pained him to have his enemies to his back, he leapt towards the door and changed in midair, his paws colliding with the stones in the practiced move of an agile feline. Sprinting to catch up with her, it was obvious that it was now going to be a race as he heard a few more vicious snarls before the light sound of what he guessed to be their paws pounded behind him and it wasn't long before he could feel their hot breath on his tail. 'Shit, this is so bad!' Was the only clear thought that managed to get through his swarming mind trying to take in every scent, touch, and sight all at once. He was overwhelmed and for now he would have to forget about Erys for a bit, she could obviously take care of herself.

He could sense that he was nearing the one turn in the hallway by the fact that the wind was changing direction and the rusty scent of the door was just barely detectable over the musky scent of the trailing pack and the mingled scent of Erys and his fear. His muscles paused mid flex to prepare for a sharp turn in hopes of loosing them, only to find that he had a couple of them much closer than the thought they were. 'What? Where'd they come from?!' Managed to get through his mind before the excessive pain of claws digging into his back as they hoped to catch a kitty snack. Hissing angrily, he twisted around to slash his claws at their face. A whimper was heard and one backed off and it was good enough for him to get back to his feet and continue his run. HE only paused when he spotted Erys next to him and gave her the 'what do we do?' look. Fighting their way to the door would be completely rash, and did they even check if the door had a handle on the inside? No, he wasn't going to think about that right now.

The pack closed in little by little and Bray's eyes darted to the spot that he knew was still empty. It was all fight or flight now, and if they didn't move soon they would surely be surrounded. Taking a few slow steps towards the spot, he hoped that Erys would take that as a 'shouldn't we run for our lives about now?'. One of the larger dogs was becoming impatient and separated himself from the pack by stepping closest to them, only stopping to snap at them. To which Bray politely replied with a hiss, his hackles raising angrily as if there were a hope of scaring them off.

[ meh-ness, good ol' feral rp... -rust falls out of post- ]

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[Erys Grace]

{ xD Nice. }

All we have to do is make it to the door, and then we can blast it open from there. The thought flittered by finally after Erys, distracted, lashed out at the nearest dog to her right. Yowling to Bray in cat-speak to run the bengal cat took off in the direction of the door, tasting the air to make sure they were heading in the right direction. The pack fell in step around them, and the Slytherin dove underneath one of it's stomachs, weaving through the crowd of shadowed legs and slashing heels as she did so. Wheres the door?! She thought, panicking, turning this way and that after behind seperated from Bray. Even if it did show up, they couldn't very well blast their way out. They couldn't possibly set the demonic things on the other students, even if she did absolutely relish the idea. Wouldn't want any of her friends to get hurt, hey? Or the Twins? Definitely not, that would be a knife in her gut.

Hissing angrily as she was backed up against a shadowed wall of stone, Erys hissed angrily as she was trampled beneath a dog-pile, as the foolish animals stomped loudly around her. Absolutely no grace at all, pathetic things. This is why I hate dogs. She thought angrily, slashing her way out of the menagerie and feeling blood spatter the ground as she went. But was it hers, or the animals'? For that matter, where was Bray? If they could hit them far enough with blasting spells they should be able to shoot the door open and lock it behind them before the dogs jumped through, right? Alright, time to converge. Bray! Erys yowled again, peering through the darkness and wishing she could use her wand in cat form. Then maybe she'd be able to see.

Slamming one of her large paw's against a dog's cheek, sending it reeling back in pain--if it could even feel pain at all-the Slytherin tasted the air again, managing to locate Bray's scent amidst the chaos. Barrelling through a pair of frothing canines, she landed roughly, and uncharacteristically, at his side. Flashing him one of those 'Lets get out of here' looks, she headed off in the direction she hoped was the door, the sound of snapping jaws echoing behind her. Once he was at her side would she change back, and whip her wand at the beasts, casting as many Reducto's as she could before she whirled on the door.[/color]

[Bradyn Reed]

<sub>Sprinting after her, he watched her lithe cat form wiggle through the legs and snapping jaws of the dogs and his eyes narrowed in what could be called a catlike wince. Jostled by a dog that had managed to near catch up with him, Bray decided that it was necessary to let Erys do her own thing to save his own hide from being made into the dogs' favorite flavor of milk bones. Unexpectedly, one of the dog's large empty skulls collided against his side, knocking the wind out of him and sending him flying towards the wall. 'Guh!' He thought, scrambling back to his feet and scanning the darkness for the red eyes that would be the sign of the dogs. Seeing one heading towards him slowly, as if they were enjoying stalking his prey, Bray saw Erys show up out of no where in his peripheral vision. 'Sorry puppy, I'd really love to tango with you, but I will now take my leave.' He thought hurriedly, managing to have a clear sarcastic thought even though his mind was panicked and his legs were sore from the constant state of running he's been in for this long while.

Door... door... door... where is that damn old hunk of scrap metal? Making sure to keep on her tail this time, not only to keep her in sight but also to protect her from assault as she led the way to their escape from this hell. After this he'd probably take a seriously long catnap on the grounds, maybe a few days. Soon it wasn't a cat that he was following, but full-out Erys and he took that as a sign that they were at the door. He couldn't see it but the smell of rust was strong again as he took in a big whiff before transforming on the fly once more. Quite tousled in appearance, he flung his wand out of his pocket and spun on the spot. "I'll take care of them!" He shouted, louder than necessary due to his panic and the fact that it's the first time in a while that he could actually speak out his commands to her. Little did he know that as soon as they both transformed back into their human form, the illusion of the door disappeared and the real one was actually to the left of them where the dogs were beginning to circle them once more.

Fire? Shrinking? Riddikulus? His mind ran over the charms possibilities until the idea hit him that Charms wasn't neccesarily his strong point when he was under pressure and he sighed. 'I guess I'll have to transfigure them, that's inconvenient.' Bray knew that the idea was going out on a limb but he decided that it was safer to to that rather than risk setting everyone on fire in the room, including Erys and him. "Fera verto!" He mumbled quietly enough that Erys couldn't over hear, focusing on the ridiculous shape of a teapot. And surprisingly, each wolf changed into a teapot. Not perfect ones as they still appeared to be furry, but then again he had quite a few to change. "That should hold them for a little while, haven't you got it open yet?" He said impatiently, not trusting the time span that they should stay like that and he would much rather be outside with the door locked when they come back.

Hearing her angered comments on the door disappearing, he cussed rudely and shook his wand back into light. "Are you sure it's not there? Maybe the wall's just a mirage." He muttered, tapping the end of his wand against it and hearing the noise of solid stone. 'Damnit, where is the way out of this cursed place!?' Bray thought frustratedly, not giving Erys the luxury of hearing his fear again. Shining his light around the hall as well, he noticed that for the most part the chamber was square, which he hadn't noticed on the way in. 'Does that mean it'd gotten a little lighter with them all...? He thought just as his wand passed over a dark, intricate door. "There! At least, I hope!" Bray drew his wand over the path and noticed many idle tea pots in the way. Oh, god, that wasn't good.

"Erys, hurry! I can't hold up this magic forever!"

[Hope you like the curve I threw? If not, I can change it. (: ]</sub>

[Erys Grace]

Running at the door--which suddenly was a door no longer, but now solid stone--the Slytherin nearly ran into wall as she fought to slow her breakneck pace. Swearing loudly as her hands slapped against the barrier of rock she whirled back around, ready to dodge if a shadow mutt came leaping at her. Instead she saw the transformed forms of teapots littering the ground around them, and her flashing eyes fell on Bray. Scrunching one side of her mouth up in a half-smile, smart little runt, Erys didn't have to be told twice as she charged through the furred teapots, slamming her foot against them and sending them hurtling away from her as she charged for the door. "Come on!" She shouted to him, and if it weren't for them being (basically) part cat they'd have already tripped. This chance for escape had better not disappear.

Accidentally stepping her foot down and smashing one of them the Slytherin hissed at the noise of the canine-like scream, leaping away from the broken, furred pieces as claws sprouted from her fingers. Remaning in human form however she kept going in an albeit tense manner, quickening her pace as they almost made it back to the door. Whirling around she shouted, "Immobulus," at the teapots that were beginning to change back into wolves. And then again she cast the same spell on the door, just in case it decided to disappear again. "We have some time. Come on." Erys then made a running leap, stretching her hands out infront of her and her legs far behind her as she soared over the last few teapots. Her landing was not as graceful as her start. Uncharacteristic and rough, she doubled up in pain, unable to help grabbing at her side before slamming into the ground. Pressing her fingers to the claw-mark wounds Erys stood shakily, grunting and contemplating slapping herself in the face for showing weakness, especially to Bradyn Reed.

We can't blast it open and set the mutts loose on everyone. Erys thought. "Unlock the door, runt! I'll slow them down once the spell wears off." Drawing her wand out with the hand opposite of the one pressed to her waist, she steadied herself to get a good look of them all, changing back.. But slowly.[/color]

[Bradyn Reed]

Surely, he realized, he couldn't keep this up for much longer. Running as a feline always seemed to be free and easy, but the muscle pain always seemed much more noticeable after he transformed back. His legs and arms were sore and tensed, but it was a minor factor as his mind was obsessively focused on what the shadow creatures would do, especially since the effects of his spell were slowly succeeding. He trailed Erys while walking backwards to keep an eye on both of their backs, figuring that she would be the one to fling or blast open the door and head for the hills. Bray jumped as one of the pots cracked with a sickening sound that went straight to his stomach, and he scowled quickly in response. 'Why can't we get out of this hell hole?' He thought, suddenly angry enough to full-force kick the nearest pot into a wall where it shattered before fading to the surrounding darkness and, because of his temper, Bray lost the little focus he had kept on keeping the transfigured pots under control.

"Oh shit!" He said as the already disturbing process increased sevenfold. "Yeah, we had lots of time." Bray mumbled, his guilt coming out as sarcasm as he shoved past her to the door which had cemented lines across it as if it were in the process of turning back into a stone wall when Erys froze it. Shakily, he put his hand out and knocked on the door, worried that he wouldn't heard the metallic hollow sound that followed the rough thump of his hand. His knuckles were bloodied, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. Wolves or knocking, it didn't exactly matter. 'The lock's only visible on the outside.. the charm'll work best if I aim it straight at the lock... I'll have to find it.' Was the translated version of the thoughts that ran by his mind so quickly that he stumbled on them himself. Sticking both hands to the walls, Bray quickly began to knock in several places, hoping to find a part that wasn't hollow or was more metallic... or something. He expected that he'd be able to distinctly make it out even if he wasn't sure on the sound.

His hair was matted down with a mixture of sweat and blood and stuck in clumps to his face. Sparing a hand from the job he was quickly trying to accomplish, he pushed them out of his eyes before letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Becoming conscious of what was going on around him, he finally noticed that Erys didn't look in tip-top shape. A hand was pressed against her side in such a way that would suggest she was trying to stop bleeding. "Erys! You're hurt!" He said bluntly as his eyes looked past her and towards the nearly complete shadows. The menacing movement in the corner of his eyes alerted him to his mistake, as a pair of formed wolves stalked towards them. His shout must have interrupted whatever hex she had been doing while he was working. Tightening his grip on his wand instinctively, no words could be formed by his lips as he grabbed Erys by the hand and jerked her back to the half door. Aiming his wand at the first spot he recognized to still be ironclad, he stuttered out an 'alohomora' and was surprised to hear the metallic clicks that followed it.

Realizing that the door wasn't just going to open, he wasn't sure on how he was expected to jimmy it open. Closing his eyes in thought, Bray vaguely remembered that it opened outwards and kicked it with all the force his sore muscles could muster. The mortar lines that had been the first signs of the door disappearing, broke and fell to the ground in a dusty cloud. "Ladies first!" He said, lightly pushing the battered and bruised Erys towards the door as he spun back with his wand out, making sure that there weren't any dogs close enough to slip out and attack the less skillful population of the school. Finding nothing, he turned towards the settling cloud by the door but wasn't quite sure what hit him next. It felt as if his leg were caught on a coat rack, and he was quite unaware of the pain of the teeth sinking into his thigh until he was roughly jerked forward before his face could smack on the ground in the doorway. There was the thump of the door being slammed shut followed by labored breathing.

Rolling onto his back with minimal effort, Bray's hand went to his leg where he could feel the tears in his jeans through the moisture. His fingers reached a tender spot and he jerked his hand back, biting his lip to keep a hiss from leaving them. Instead he tried to bring himself back to the situation and opened his eyes again. "Seal that.. damned door away..." He grumbled, blinking through the spots he was seeing and turning his head to make sure that she was alright and that all the dogs were gone.

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