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"ₜₑₑₙₐgₑᵣₛ ₛcₐᵣₑ ₜₕₑ ₗᵢᵥᵢₙg ₛₕᵢₜ ₒᵤₜ ₒf ₘₑ"
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"You're not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute-"
Before he could say a word more, the Malfoy was sprawled on his back, whimpering as he cradled his arm to his chest, both pride and limb wounded.
He rolled over on the forest floor, and Alyssa found herself comparing him to the likes of a toddler throwing a tantrum, whining and sobbing.
Actually, she second-guessed herself: a toddler would have more dignity. But all of her cousin's was lost in the moment and so, she decided, he had thrown caution to the wind and was playing up the pain.
But, then again, Alyssa knew it was a fact that everyone - magical or not - has a differential pain tolerance: an unique level of agony they can personally take. She of course knew this from a muggle study she read years ago, sneaking the huge science textbook into her home from the school supplies shop.
Not like she would need school supplies. She was never let out of the house, caged in like a bird, cooing and hoping that just enough delicate persuasion would convince others of her need to be free.
Alyssa shook her head, hair whipping her face, caught on her eyelashes before her hand came up to move the strands as she strode forward. She didn't need to think of any of that, swiping any thoughts of sentiments from her head , since right then, the simple and scientifically proven theory was being naturally put to use.
She crouched before her cousin, squatting as she squinted at his shallow gash with beaded eyes. It couldn't be anywhere near as painful as he was making it seem, she supposed, although Alyssa then remembered her proven theory and sighed before offering a hand to the boy.
He only stared at her blankly before she clasped his hand in hers, hauling him up as she rose herself. Draco let out another wince, just as Alyssa saw Buckbeak's claws slashing through the air once more, ready to slice down on the child before him, the hippogriff not noticing the Arvoitus heir stood beside that of the Malfoy.
Her hands gradually lifted into a position of surrender, recalling she could not blink. Buckbeak hovered, contemplating, before dropping to his feet, nuzzling Alyssa's hand in the hope for forgiveness.
Alyssa handed Draco off to Hagrid, letting out a heavy exhale as her eyes snapped closed, and a distinct sort of humming, sourced from the mounting pressure behind her eyelids, droned through her thoughts.
