Week Two - May the Games (and classes) Begin

Shali runs down there, and stops in horror when she sees Hannah.
Jaime hears it as well, and starts down there.

Lys is letting out a primal howl, holding Hannah gingerly.

Shali walks up to him, looking at her friend in horror. Hannah's just barely breathing, but her eyes open slightly. "L-Lys?" she whispers weakly.

Lys smiles at her, holding her as gently as possible. Bartholomew enters, watching silently.

"You.. Came..." she whispers. "I knew you.. Would."

"Why wouldn't I?" He asked, keeping the pain out of his voice.

"They... said you... wouldn't..." Hannah winces, falling into unconsciousness.

Lysander's eyes slowly turn red, and he turns to Shali, in a perfectly calm voice. "Where are they?"

"I don't know, but when we find them," her fists clench, "They will wish they had never even heard her name."

"I'm going to kill them."

"Just as long as I get my fair share." Bartholomew strides forward, twirling his wand slightly.

"Don't worry," Jaime said, looking at his sister and her friend sadly. "You'll get your share."
Shali stood by Lys, looking at Hannah.

"Hang on, I will catch up in a minute."
He kneels next to Hannah, and magicks away her major injuries, apparating her to the Green castle. "Shall we?" Lys asks in a perfectly calm voice.

The two Woods nod. Hannah remains unconscious.

Bartholomew appears next to them. "We've got her stabilized at Castle Green, but she just needs rest."

"They are going to die." Shali whispers, her own eyes darkening.

She feels a big hand on her shoulder.

She looks behind her.

She sees Bartholomew, shaking his head slowly.

She tilts her head in a silent question.

"Do not stoop to their level. You will regret it." She sees a great pain in his eyes before he turns, whipping out his wand.

Jaime turns to him. "Hannah's.. Going to be okay, right? Be completely honest." He asked quietly.

Jaime shook his head. "Not physically. I'm asking if she'll be okay mentally."