Sam Madley wants your opinion on peanut butter. (justsam) wrote in blurred_lines,
With the few seconds he had, Sam was trying spell after spell to put the fire out, squirming to get away from the flame as they spread over his shirt and seared his skin. Finally, with an exasperated finite incantatem, they went out and he was left with nothing but the blistering hurt it had left.
He looked up just in time to see a rather ominous form taking shape. Sam paused, having no idea how to fight this right away. He packed away a step, nearly falling when he realised he had nowhere to go but down another flight of stairs and that certainly wouldn't do. Fuck. "Um... shit," he muttered. Finally, just an idea and Jesus if this didn't work he was so dead. "Expecto Patronum," he cast, wincing at the movement in his wrist but trying his hardest to hang onto the memory he was using. A blazing white albatross hurtled out of his wand, straight for the wolf.