The Rare and In Between

"PROTEGO!" Her voice carried through the stoney corridors, a shield shaping itself around him before her attention turned itself back the other way. The flames stopped themselves around the barrier before dissolving slowly. "You. Will. Leave. Him. Out. Of. This." Venom dripped down every word of her sentence as her wand dropped to her side again, just like the lines of crimson dripping down her temple and lip.