Fighting a fire with your bare hands

[lowestbough]

~ Out on the street in one of London's most grime-coated districts, no muggle is any the wiser as two figures materialise out of thin air back in an alleyway. They're small, practically children, but white lifeless masks are the only things visible in the shadows, the rest of their bodies are engulfed in black robes that move like smoke and could

Comments

[jrisamadhatter]

*Barty would crumple if it weren't for Reg's grip, he's slightly broken, a rib here a fracture there - he gulps in air almost feverishly - like a starving man would a hamburger*

[lowestbough]

*Regulus' pale eyes look out at Barty from behind his mask, not waiting for him to say anything or thinking of what to say himself, just watching*

[jrisamadhatter]

*after a moment Barty violently tears off his mask, his breathing still erratic even as the obstacle is removed, he attempts to stumble onwards, a scowl beginning to twist his features as his thoughts catch up to the events at hand*

[lowestbough]

*he steps back to let Barty pass him, watching to see if he'll fall before slowly reaching up to take off his own mask and stowing it in a pocket before heading after Barty, staying close but in no hurry to catch up*