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CHARLOTTE IRENE
He hadn’t quite thought this through, now had he? No, not exactly, Adian couldn’t help but realize as he rushed through the crowd, haphazardly pushing himself past bodies in the most frantic of manners. See, he hadn’t exactly thought that if your best friend decided to punch a Quidditch player in his own stadium over some familial issues that the hit-wizards would come after you as well. Where had they gotten the idea that he was Louis’ accomplice? As he looked over his shoulder, Adian thought it probably had to do with the appropriately timed cheer he produced after Louis’ fist met famous person’s face.

Or maybe it had been the epic high-five he and Louis managed before stumbling into each other in a fit of alarm over the sheer number of hit-wizards that appeared from nowhere. Adian was lucky he had quick feet, or else he was sure he’d be a petrified log on the ground paces ago. Quick feet and an innate ability to people weave. Merlin you would think it was the world cup with the solid amount of people in attendance of this quidditch weekend thing.

Adian craned his neck further over his shoulder, looking fully behind his back now. He had lost Louis during their mad dash, but the justice unit hot on the trail? He wasn’t so sure about their whereabouts, which was why he hadn’t stopped moving yet. Focused far too much on all that was after him, Adian couldn’t have been more unaware of all that was in front of him. It was for this reason that he, without fail, found himself ramming head-first into a witch without the slightest hint of warning.

He let out a strangled noise as he felt the both of them lose balance, a terror only heightened by his hands getting caught between his, and a very soft, and very female’s, front.