His eyes narrowed. Xxx “I’ll stay.” Neville volunteered. Drawing a deep, strained breath, she relaxed into the earth, her body conforming around the small rocks and twigs, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in chaotic order around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the earth with her. She too was trembling, the unwelcome sensation enticing her arms to wind tighter around his neck. He had never before attempted such a feat. Long moments passed, his eyes glued upon her, watching the color returning slowly to her features. Voldemort would fix that. The deep golden tress flitting in the wind, dislodged from beneath her hood in the altercation, froze his lips mid-hex, as did the clearly recognizable, highly incensed huff of air.
