Simon was completely lifeless, seemingly having decided that pretending to be stupefied would be the best course of action among all the chaos. Amelia was struggling to get him to stand, hunched over beneath her protective barriers that were growing weaker every moment. Other major players in the battle were starting to arrive in their corner of the world, obviously drawn by the acromantula, but with her shielding spell separating herself and Simon from the rest of them, Amelia couldn’t hear what they were saying, nor spare the attention to care what they were doing. Getting Simon out in one piece was going to have to be her primary concern, because dragging this lump of dead weight away from certain death was turning out to be a struggle.
“You really are as useless as you seem, aren’t you?” Amelia said exasperatedly, being much meaner than she would have usually, but any verbal filter Amelia might usually employ had been removed by the circumstances.
She’d have to take him as he was. She was running out of time, and if she didn’t do something soon, there’d be no chance for either of them. Gritting her teeth hard, Amelia made a push to expand her dome-like shield just a few inches further to give her room to maneuver, and then grabbed Simon’s wrist and held her wand as though her life depended on it before turning sharply on the spot.
Amelia had never been so grateful for the sensation of being sucked through a very tiny hole – it was her least favorite part of apparition – but when she felt her feet leave the ground, and the weight of Simon behind her, Amelia’s heart raced, this time with the endorphin rush of having escaped death. She held Simon’s wrist tighter as they grew closer and closer to the impending ground, and she collapsed hard onto the unforgiving surface of the owlery floor, Simon landing beside her only second later.
“Are you okay?” Amelia asked Simon, while simultaneously spinning in place, making sure there was no one else around. The owlery was the first place Amelia had thought of – high up and far out of the way of danger – and she was grateful when she didn’t see any movement aside from that of the owls above them.
“I didn’t splice you did I?” Amelia asked hastily, trying to get Simon to answer her more quickly so she could go back down and do something more. She had gone into this battle trying to protect student life, but so far all she had done was dispatch one werewolf and bring a former blind date inside the castle. Not exactly medal-worthy valor on her part, and likely nothing that would impress Doyle.
Even in the heart of a deadly battle you are thinking about impressing authority figures... Amelia's subconscious complained, You really are Incorrigible.