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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: safe and sound — taylor swift
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( 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝟏𝟔 )
"What did you do, Harry?"
Meredith's hands were shaking, world spinning out of control, as she stared in horror at the scene in front of her. Her brain was pinging off a million things per second ( heal him, fix him, get help! ), but all of it seemed so hopeless because her feet were rooted to the cold cold floor.
Elizabeth's shrieks and moans echoed off the walls, overloading Meredith's senses as she heaved and huffed, trying to get herself together long enough to just do something. Anything would be better than standing around so dumbly like she was a clueless first year again.
"MURDER! MURDER!"
Heal him, fix him, get help!
"I—I don't," Harry stuttered, stumbling backwards, mouth agape in panic, unable to comprehend the scene, "I didn't—I didn't mean to—"
"Shut up, Harry." Meredith sighed, rubbing her head, finally exasperated with him. The boy promptly fell silent and she was very grateful that he did, for she may have hexed him right back if he didn't. She knew that he hadn't meant to curse him (Meredith didn't know the spell, which meant that Harry most definitely didn't know the spell), but right now, it wasn't the time to coddle him.
