Megan pressed herself very carefully against the wall, her eyes moving from side to side, waiting for Mike to appear at any moment. Where was he? Had Goyle done something to him. Megan couldn’t breath, but she tried. They were jagged, and she knew she had to start trying to breath slower, but he was here. Maybe the others were here too. Just waiting.
“Please,” She started softly, her wand still in her hand, but she’d gone from fear and anger, to simply begging. “Please, just let me go. Let me leave. I just want to go. Please.”