Werewolves were unpredictable and sulky, veelas were flame-throwing show offs, goblins thought they were better than the wizard. But in Mira's humble opinion the vampire was the worst of all mythical creatures or part humans. Drinking blood? Disgusting. And this was not the best time to have some physio, vampire, teacher locking the doors behind him. Mira shivered, unable to form the words that the French girl managed to get out. She removed herself from Rafael's arms cautiously, making a move to add in her own questions. Before the words could escape her shaking lips the doors were blasted down. Blasted down.
Mira shrieked and jumped back, right on to Rafael again. The second person had much less of a foreboding air but that didn't stop her from shaking head to toe. How could the others be so calm? Mira was about to explode from fear, anger, and hopelessness. Silently tears fell on her porcelain cheeks. As everyone was looking at the two men, no one would see. This was a relief. Even in this state she cared about her public display. But even her raging emotions and her disaster of appearance did not distract from the fact that something was very wrong with Professor Ambrojze.
And for some reason it just wasn't the fact that he was a dirty vampire.
Words escaped her lips for the first time. "No." she said clearly and powerfully to the Hufflepuff girl. "We can't stay here" she said, turning to the grown men. "We need to leave this castle. Leave this town. It's not safe when we can't tell who's the enemy." Mira breathed in and out deeply. "Anyone and everyone is evil." Her friends, her teachers, her classmates. Anyone could attack. And that wasn't a concept she was comfortable with. But on the other hand.. leaving..
Elijah
Mira put her hand over her mouth to cover up a gasp of terror. Oh god. What if she lost Elijah? Life would stop. Just like it stopped when she lost Alice. Mira needed to find him. But the doors were locked, apperation was impossible. And Rafael was here. She retreated back a few steps, coming closer to him. Forget Krum, Rafael was here. He was her prince of the moment.