"Fuck." Jewllian said with a sigh. His hand reached out, cold fingers feeling for a pulse. It was there. Weak and slow, but there. "The both of you are lucky it's so fucking cold."
Jewllian shifted, moving closer to wrap his arms around the small boy. He looked barely old enough to be at Hogwarts at all. Carefully, Jewllian lifted his small frame from the ground. He barely weighed anything. Jewllian knew it wouldn't feel so easy by the time he reached the castle, but right now, it would work. The warm rush of blood he felt against his stomach wasn't much of a reassurance, either.
"What the hell happened?" Jewllian asked, walking through the foliage the way he had come.