06-02-2015, 05:17 PM
Harry didn't know what exactly this girl was, and maybe he shouldn't have been helping her. After all, this was blood sport. She'd entered, probably of her own free will, and probably not for a personal score like he had. But all that went by the wayside the second he'd heard the tiny voice from inside the sphere of tentacles. She sounded just like he imagined Maggie might, if she was hurt and alone and scared. He'd seen his daughter like that, but she hadn't been able to talk.
It was the memory of that night in Chichén Itzá that made him resolve to help her. After the bandages were applied, he stood there, coat draped around his shoulders and completely shirtless at this point. The couple remaining scraps went in his duffle bag and he pulled out the map and compass. "So, if you want your wizard's advice, we're going to need water. We're about here." He showed the little girl the map and indicated their space on it. "Just a short walk there, we have a river." He moved his finger a short distance to point to the line of blue.
The girl's voice was weak when she responded; it was apparent that, while he'd soothed a little of the pain, she was still in agony. "OK, mister Wizard." She started floating in the direction he'd indicated, but Harry easily took the lead again, hefting the BFG and scanning the area ahead of them like Murphy had taught him cops did.
"Call me Harry, alright?" The wizard tried to keep his tone up, but he couldn't exactly keep himself from muttering to himself, "Not sure what kind of wizard I am on this island."
It was the memory of that night in Chichén Itzá that made him resolve to help her. After the bandages were applied, he stood there, coat draped around his shoulders and completely shirtless at this point. The couple remaining scraps went in his duffle bag and he pulled out the map and compass. "So, if you want your wizard's advice, we're going to need water. We're about here." He showed the little girl the map and indicated their space on it. "Just a short walk there, we have a river." He moved his finger a short distance to point to the line of blue.
The girl's voice was weak when she responded; it was apparent that, while he'd soothed a little of the pain, she was still in agony. "OK, mister Wizard." She started floating in the direction he'd indicated, but Harry easily took the lead again, hefting the BFG and scanning the area ahead of them like Murphy had taught him cops did.
"Call me Harry, alright?" The wizard tried to keep his tone up, but he couldn't exactly keep himself from muttering to himself, "Not sure what kind of wizard I am on this island."
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