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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Gwenog winced at the whimper, people did not deserve this shit. There was punishment and then there was thuggery. And possible rape if the clothes were anything to go by. Now she only wished she'd seen the fucker who had apparated away.

She should cover him up. Actually she should get him to St. Mungo's because her healing spells were pretty limited, but she doubted he was in any state to get there himself and she needed him to trust her to help. Rather than use the cloth that was probably covered in blood she patted her pockets and pulled out her muggle wallet, quickly transfiguring a stray receipt into a light blanket and laying it lightly over him.

"Wand, fuck. Okay, Accio wand," she muttered, her strong spellwork bringing the piece of wood flying towards her. She immediately switched her spell and banished it in his direction, before it could touch her hand. Wands were personal, and as much as she needed to help him, after whatever had happened to him she was fairly sure he'd want to be armed.

"You need to get to St. Mungo's, my healing spells are pretty bollocks," she said abruptly. Caring wasn't one of her major skills. At least not the light and fluffy kind of caring.