Who: Travie and William, with eventual Gerard When: Saturday eveningish Where: Library What: Zombie bites.
Call it fate or probability or poor timing, but Travie was still surprised when he ended up on the ground and covered in zombie house elves. He quite expected to have honed his skills over the past twenty-fourish hours, gotten more proficient at the wand-waving and axe-slashing and child-herding. Even if he had, though, twenty-five house elves at once was a lot. And even if he'd remembered a way to take out twenty-four of those house elves at once, he still probably would've stumbled over the one little bugger that had gotten behind him.
If there was a Most Efficient Way For A Mutant Zombified Knee-Height Magical Creature To Go About Taking Down A Six-Five Man award, it would've had to have gone to tripping. It worked well enough on Travis, anyway, and it took him nearly two whole minutes to clamber upright enough that he had a fighting chance of getting out of bite range. He didn't even bother killing the other half of the pack of elves or retrieving his axe, just scrambled away swearing loudly.
He felt like, on top of the dozen bites he could feel throbbing, he'd twisted his ankle, but thank god a huge burst of adrenaline had kicked in. It was only a six minute jog back to the Library, but he spent the whole time wheezing (and swearing he'd stop smoking as soon as this fucking zombie apocalypse was over) and wishing he had finished off the lot of house elves. Travie wasn't exemplifying Gryffindor's greatest traits by running. He felt vulnerable without the axe, even if his wand was technically the best weapon he could ever ask for.
Luckily, however, the house elf population seemed to either be tapering off or preparing for one massive attack, because he only saw one stray on his trip back. He fast-walked the last segment of corridor, stopping to cough up a lung and clutch at his painful, gnawed-on forearm only once. Travis pounded on one of the double doors and summoned up enough breathe to holler, "It's me, man, open up."
Fuck professionalism, he wanted to sit the hell down.