Emmeline stood frozen in the front of Edward's desk, staring down at him with wide, confused eyes. She had just realized that this was the first boyfriend of hers that was not a member of the Order of the Phoenix (or a death eater), and would not instantly be alerted of such chaos like the madness that was going on just around the corner from Calliope's. Edward did not have the instinct to fight, and his first thought at seeing her frazzled state wasn't to jump up into action, but to question her skills as a delivery person.
This was a whole new game she was playing.
She suddenly felt very nervous. Emmeline was able to hold her own in a death eater battle, but with whatever partner she was with she knew that they too could manage. She had no idea how Edward's dueling skills were, if he had any at all. She was betting on the latter, and for a moment she wasn't going to say anything and just pull him into a closet and lock him in there so that he couldn't get out and hurt himself---A large explosion rocked the entire building, and Emmeline had to grip the desk in front of her to steady herself. Books fell from the shelves and ink quills smashed to the ground--yep, no avoiding this anymore.
"Death eaters," she said simply, coming around the desk and grabbing Edward's hand, "We need to go through the back---leave the manuscript!"
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