Thomas hefted himself up as quickly as he could once Saoirse brought the culprit down. He glared hard at the man, but he knew that he couldn't waste a second of their very precious time. There was a pause once the door was shut and the only sounds were that of their heavy breaths. They were out, but how far could they get without running into more henchmen? Their muggle weapons were clumsy, but effective, as proved by Thomas' throbbing side.
Voices down the left hallway made their decision for them. Moving swiftly in the shadows of what appeared to , Thomas breathed heavily through his nose to maintain his composure. They hadn't had much chance to move and though it mentally drove him mad, his body was now raging against his fast movements. He gritted his teeth, unsure how long he was going to manage to stay on his feet. He'd make himself stay upright, they were going to get out of here, they---
They passed a room with an open door and Thomas skidded to a stop. There, on the back of a chair was the jacket of the man who had sliced open his side. If this was his office, there was a good chance their wands were there too. There was no way that Thomas was going to lose another one to these anti-magic criminals.
"Our wands are in there," he muttered, taking a quick look over his shoulder before moving into the room. Thomas' breaths were heavy, ragged, but his eyes were the most focused since they'd been taken. "I'm not leaving without my wand."
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