“They’re coming! Faster Salazar, for the love of Merlin, move it!” He stared at Helga as she took off through the trees. The crashing of bodies behind him spurred him into a loping run. He could catch glimpses of her streaming hair and yellow skirt between the trees and brush, bright in the filtered sunlight. A curse brushed a tree next to his head, deflecting blue and harmless. Well, harmless to the tree. He stopped short, staring at Helga as she just stood there.
“They herded us. They ran us right to the cliffs. We’re trapped.” Her eyes were large, her face flushed and her hair windblown. He flet his heart stutter. Why hadn’t he ever noticed how…captivating Helga of the glens was? He took her hand in his and grinned.
“Do you trust me?” Her smile made something inside him run hot and cold.
“For Merlin and Hogwarts!” She seemed suspended for a moment, past the clif face and over the rushing water. Her dress billowed, her laugh was throaty and wild, and her wand was already pulled free of her hair as he joined her in that free floating, free falling delirium.
“Accio broom!” He thought he had judged correctly. He was fairly sure the brooms would catch them. Almost positive they could be summoned from the castle before they plunged into the cold rushing falls.
“Oof!” she grunted as his arms closed around her, tugging her onto the wooden shaft behind him, gasped as he angled sharply up to hover at the cliff face and smirk at Godric and Rowena.
“Next time Gryffindor, you two can be the foxes.”