Elliot's breaths were harsh as Elsie led him around. The injury didn't really hurt, because after having all of your bones stretched and broken and realigned month after month nothing really hurt, but it was irritating. His eyes shut tightly as he tried to calm himself down, knowing that it would make no sense to panic. They'd just get themselves killed, and that would of course be counterproductive to actually living their lives.
"We have to get to the apparation point at the Leaky," Elliot said, opening his eyes with a deep breath. From the store windows he could see the chaos in front of Fortescue's, and robes flying everywhich way from Madam Malkin's. How much of an effort would the death eaters put into breaking into a bookstore? Were they looking for someone, or were they just looking to cause havoc? As the glass of the front door shattered, creating a bang that could deafen, Elliot got his answer.
He immediately tugged Elsie to the ground behind the counter, his good arm wrapping around her to make them as small as possible. Elliot's eyes shut tightly and he sucked in a breath, hoping not to hear the footsteps of a death eater entering the bookstore. When he actually didn't hear those terrifying sounds, but knowing it wouldn't be long until he did, Elliot shot to his feet,
"Come on!" he let out, looking toward the door and seeing a pair of death eaters a meter or so outside on the pavement. They may not have seen them, they might not have seen them---
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