Lavender's eyes widened in fright from how Octavius was acting, not to mention the gust of wind that had come from no where. When he gripped her hand tight, she turned to him to see his head down. There was a eerie silence now in the room that made her afraid to make a noise or even move. But Octavius was so still. Was he suppose to be like that?
Without taking away her hand, she finally spoke in a whisper to him. "Octavius? Are you alright?" She didn't even know if the spell had worked?