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Winsome Tenpenny

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The night was going to live in infamy for the rest of the year if not the entirety of their lives.

 

There was blood everywhere, bodies lying everywhere, and people trying to get into contact with someone to save them. Winsome had managed to let a message through to her mentor, but she wasn’t sure if it was coherent enough for it to be understood. She had seen friends, roommates, housemates, and even the instructor get attacked by werewolves. Somehow, someway she had managed to stay out of the fray from getting attacked, but she couldn't say the same for Willa. 

 

Willa had been attacked by one of the werewolves, and so had Jacquetta after she passed the redhead off to Winsome to try and make it to the school for medical attention. The moon and the night had seemed like it was lasting for eternity, and there was almost nothing that she could do. She hoped that Shiloh had gotten the message she had sent from the fog-mirror that she had given her. In her mind, it had seemed like the only hope for them to get any help at all. The reality of the time was maybe a few minutes of chaos, but it was the kind of chaos that seemed to drag on for hours even if it was only a mere few minutes. 

 

Winsome's flying had steadily improved from the first time she hopped on the broom to get away from the attacking creatures, and then the split decision she had made to come back and look for her friend. Winsome couldn't live with herself if something had happened to her, but she had struggled with the vow that she had made to never come back to flying. Granted, that was a decision that was helped to be made by her mentor again, @Shiloh Paige, and she would definitely want to hold that over her head for the rest of the year. 

 

Winsome could see the lights of the castle off in the distance, and she hoped that by the time that they got there that there would be someone who knew what was going on. She leaned forward to try and race to the castle, but suddenly she was feeling someone try to wrestle their way off or onto the broom. At first, she thought it may have been one of the werewolves until she realised that she was feeling hands, and not paws.  She took a quick look behind her and saw Willa was awake now and trying to fight her way off the broom.

 

"Willa, no. You're hurt. You need help."

Edited by Winsome Tenpenny

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Willa's world was very small at the moment. There were no werewolves, just things that had attacked them. The three deep scratches across her back stretched from the top of her shoulder down to the opposite hip and were still dripping blood, but Willa wasn't aware enough of them to realize that this was strange. She just thought she was sporting similar scratches to the time that Jacquetta and her had faced the Whomping Willow, so they were out of her mind, inconsequential. The only thing Willa's mind was trained on was her best friend. 

 

Despite Winsome's attempts to get them closer to help, Willa's eyes were scanning the darkness for a single person. She couldn't, wouldn't, leave Jacquetta out there alone if she could help it, and it was the only thing keeping her anchored to the moment. Or it had been, until the hopelessness that had been bubbling up in the Slytherins throat finally broke through and brought a fresh wave of panic. 

 

"Let me down, NOW," she screeched, trying to pull away from Winsome despite them being airborne and the risk of attack still present. Pain rippled across her shoulders as the scratches stretched with her struggles, but Willa was oblivious to it for the moment. Her focus was the fact that she was with the wrong redhead, that she was doing nothing when she could be doing so much more, and that they had left everyone behind. With the break of her single-minded focus on Jacquetta, other familiar names and faces of her classmates and newest friends resurfaced in her mind. 

 

There were so many of them that Willa hadn't seen, couldn't remember seeing after everything had happened that she kept pushed herself off Winsome, trying to get down as she kept adding. "I'm fine! We have to help! We can't just leave them with those things! We don't even know what's happening!" Each of her statements was punctuating by a sharp intake of breath as she tried not to sob with the weight of what was happening, and a push against Winsome's back to emphasize her stress. 

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.Winsome struggled with the idea of not helping Jacquetta, but she had a promise to keep. 

 

A promise that she had made with the other redhead and that was simply to get Willa to safety by any means necessary. This wasn't working well with the fact that Willa was somehow out of it, but also awake enough to realise that they were without her best friend. She didn't seem to want to recognise that the scratches that she had were from a werewolf attack. Winsome was fighting trying to keep Willa on the broom as they were still headed for the castle. She wanted to grasp one or both of Willa's hands to try and make them immobile, but she didn't think that would necessarily be a good idea.

 

Why did the lawn heading towards the castle seem so long? Had it always been like this?

 

Winsome wasn't quite sure, but the first thing on her mind was to try and calm Willa down and tell her about the promise she had made Jacquetta, and hopefully, she would be able to understand why she wasn't flying them back towards the initial contact with the werewolves. There were several reasons as to why, but the first one was one that she knew all too well as she dove recklessly headfirst into trying to locate Willa and Jacquetta at the first sign that there was something wrong. Something that she didn't think she would ever do, and she surprised herself with how she reacted.

 

She gave a large sigh trying not to let the panic that she was feeling set in on her, and hoping that the feeling of adrenaline would kick in instead.

 

"I made a promise to Etta,"  she stated in what she hoped seemed like a matter of factly tone, "that I would get you to safety and get you help. She told me under no circumstances were we to turn around and try to help. You were attacked, and you are in no condition to try to save anyone."

 

Did Winsome just try to diagnose whatever injuries that Willa had?

 

You bet.

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Winsome's attempts were not breaking through the panic that had overwhelmed Willa's mind. She didn't understand how the girl could be so calm in the face of this chaos, or how she seemed to know where to go or what to do. It didn't sit well with the panicked blonde as she continued to struggle against Winsome, wondering why her hits weren't harder and why Winsome barely seemed phased by them. 

 

A quick glance at her stomach, somewhere she hadn't even hit, showed why. The fabric was beginning to tint pink, creeping in from her side where the fabric was a darker red. Blood. Her blood. Willa felt another wave of nausea as Winsome's words finally hit her mark. They were leaving everyone behind because she had been attacked, she was bleeding, and Jacquetta had made Winsome promise to get her out of there and keep her safe while she went off and was attacked by another thing. Willa's tears restarted as the weight of the situation settled on her and she felt like she couldn't breath. 

 

"I was attacked?" The words felt foreign, her tongue felt heavy and Willa settled into the moment. It was split in two parts of hopelessness and a small spark of hope, of elation because she had been attacked and she was walking around still. Maybe everything on the pitch had only looked worse than it had felt, and everyone was fine. 

 

"But, they left us. They moved somewhere else on the grounds. Where? What if we fly into them?" Willa started again, her pounding of Winsome's back calming for the moment as the blonde focused on breathing. She couldn't keep thoughts in her head as long a she would like, and not knowing the extent of her own injuries was starting to create a fresh wave of panic to replace the latest. 

 

"Winsome, what were those things?" That was the last piece of knowledge Willa was missing. They'd looked like wolves, but something told Willa that she was wrong. 

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Things were probably too nice of a term to call them.

 

In the truest sense of the word as Winsome would describe them as monsters. Monsters that she didn't know if they had done this out of their own free will or if they weren't given their wolfsbane. The whole ordeal really hadn't had her think about exactly what the motives would be for the werewolves to come to the school.  The weight of the two of them combined with the fact this was the first time since Winsome had never flown a broom until that night had made it feel like they were inching closer and closer to the castle, but on the bright side she was almost sure all the werewolves had fled, but she didn't know exactly where.

 

She heard a ping from her fog mirror, but she couldn't risk letting go of the broom to check it. There was a probability if she did that the two of them would either fall off the broom or go crashing into the whomping willow. Neither of them seemed like a good option when they were supposed to be escaping the attacking werewolves, and not become a snack. Whatever the message was even if it was from Shiloh would have to wait, because Willa needed help and she was the only one who seemed to have been able to get away.

 

She stared directly ahead towards the castle and with a stunned and almost stoic tone to her voice that she didn't mean to have she replied with a simple one-word statement.

 

"Werewolves."

 

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Whatever Willa had expected Winsome to answer her with, werewolves were not it. She should have guessed it, with the lupine way they moved and how they so reminded her of prowling dogs and jumped like monsters. The word lodged in the blonde's throat, and Willa couldn't bring herself to repeat it for clarification. With all the pieces of the puzzle in place, Willa's grip on Winsome tightened as she thought back to her own attack. No bite, nothing that could have turned her, but the memory of the jaws snapping shut so near her, just missing her, made her nauseous all over again. 

 

Somehow she knew that it was that memory that would haunt her for longer than the rest. 

 

"How far are we?" She asked, suggested exhausted with no clue why. Her back ached, the pain reaching into her awareness of everything as the adrenaline faded and shock faded. She would have asked Winsome to fly smoother, be gentler, but her voice felt too hard to summon up at the moment. Blood loss was finally getting to the small blonde as she slumped against Winsome's back and lost consciousness without fighting it. 

 

continued here...

Edited by Willa Henry

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