Part of him felt nothing but relief as the unknown boy restrained Haddock, however he was not about to admit that. Shooting the Slytherins a challenging glare Noah sent another hex at them, that scuffed at the caveman's club harmlessly, followed by another, and another, anything at all to let him feel somewhat less helpless. For he knew that one pair of arms was all that was keeping Haddock from mashing his head into a rather unflattering pulp, and well, of all the ways to die it had to be one of the most pointless ones, particularly as no one would find his body until it was rotten considering how far they had moved beyond the tree line.

He relaxed too soon, relaxed as soon as Haddock conceded defeat to his friend, dropped his guard just a moment before the hex hit him square on, spreading through his body like a wave of pain, nausea and fatigue. Everything ached, but his eyes couldn't stay open and his mouth couldn't form the words to scream. Stumbling he fell before he was even aware he had lost his balance, his head hitting something sharp and hard as he landed. The new intense, centralized pain distracted him from the agony for a moment, however it was a short moment, and the last thing Noah knew was the taste of blood sharp on his tongue.


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Noah 'Waygay' van Hagens