Fiona, Ozzie, and Travers
Yelping softly, Fiona managed to sit back up quickly and clenched her kicked hand to her chest, unable to stop her eyes from darting longingly back to her wand. She'd waited so long to get a real wand back she knew she should have been faster, tried harder to keep it. She looked up as he walked closer and scooted away from him another fraction, hesitant about getting too close to the edge when it too could be blow away any moment.