His gut instinct about this man had been right--- completely unreliable. Had he actually just shrugged at him as he ran away? What kind of person did that in the middle of war time! In Portugal no one would have ever done that. Someone would have at least tried to help you a little before running off. But no, all he gets is-- is-- this was one of those times where Adrian was a firm believer in karma.
Pulling his lips in tight, Adrian attempted to bring himself back to the issue at hand; finding a good place to lay low until the fighting outside was broken up. That would be the safest thing to do at this point, most definitely. So keeping his wand raised high, Adrian began to look for stairs to lead either up or down. He had found stairs and got halfway up them when he heard shouting again.
Oh, so he had returned? How thoughtful. Adrian had half a mind to stay where he was. But, of course, staying alive did override that a bit. Jumping back down the stairs, he gave the man another weary look. He would say the biting comment he had on the tip of his tongue for later.
"Is it safe?" Adrian asked quickly as he started to follow anyway.
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