Fear had clouded her perspective, and it was with an unsteady shudder that Rose pushed her back up against the grass hedges. It felt so real, the terror spreading through her veins made her feel weak, and in that moment, all she felt she could do was wait until the Thomas Inferi descended upon her.
But, when that in fact did not happen, Rose unclenched her grip on herself. Her limbs felt alive again, her heart returned to a relatively normal beating pace. She even opened her eyes and wiped them clear in time to watch Thomas morph into... was that a niffler in an undersized ballerina costume? With wings? A stifled laugh got stuck in her throat, but it felt too thick to move up and outward, so instead it settled as a tear-filled hiccup.
And then, it occurred to her. A boggart, of course! How could she have been so daft? What she saw couldn't really have been real, Thomas had become far too enwrapped concerning the future of the quidditch cup to allow something as trivial as death stop him from winning. Holding tightly onto this thought, Rose shakily produced her wand, and as forcefully as possible copied Octavius'---
OCTAVIUS?!
Her stomach dropped, her eyes widened, and out of the tip of Rose's wand fell a confusingly awkward display of red sparks. Octavius, Octavius, what was he doing here, out of all the people in the entire world, in this entire party it had been him the one to answer her utterly horrifying display, and now---
The arm with her wand dropped, and with a gapping expression she stared at him. Were there two boggarts now? "Octavius?" she let out weakly, any attention that may have been directed at ensuring the boggart was finished now completely directed on her ex-boyfriend before her.
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