This chapter was a little complicated to write and I'm not sure I managed to convey all the things that were happening at the same time, so please, let me know how it flows and if it's understandable. Otherwise I'll go back and edit it.

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Today I fly.

The broomstick you used since your fourth year in Hogwarts was a Firebolt 3000, namely the fastest broom you could legally fly on at your age.

It was a present from your uncle. Given his position, the man wasn't short in cash, and when you were selected for the Quidditch team (on your third year, after Pell graduated) he made sure you had the best product on the market, which he replaced immediately when you destroyed it two years later. That was typical of him; you never had much of his presence but you could always count on his expensive gifts. You would have preferred it the other way around, but he never asked about your opinion.

Speed was the essential characteristic of a seeker's broom, so the Firebolt was the obvious choice. You were terrified of its acceleration at first, though you practiced enough and refined your reflexes to master it. Wind and water were your things after all, it was on land you were clumsy as hell.

All the broomsticks were kept in the depot across the Quidditch field and that's where you were headed.

The weather was rapidly deteriorating, but you had played matches in worst conditions.

When you came close to the field, you heard the noise of the Gryffindor team in training and your heart dropped to your guts.

Damn it.

You could clearly distinguish Zoro bickering with Sanji, Nami scolding them, Ace's laughter and Luffy's yells.

Well, I may as well apologise for yesterday night.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before stepping onto the field.

The guys in red were flying around on their broomsticks. It looked like they were practicing dodging bludgers, at least until Zoro and Sanji got into a brawl, putting the training on hold.

«Oi, look! It's the little troublemaker!»

You pouted at Ace's call. Suddenly, the attention was diverted to you.

The freckled student glided to you and flipped upside down as you walked toward the depot.

«I heard you gave quite a show yesterday at the party! I'm kinda disappointed I missed it!» Ace chimed.

You grimaced, throwing a side glance at him.

«You always know what to say, don't you, Portgas.»

«Eeeh? What did you do N/n*?» Luffy laughed, coming down beside you as well.

«Nothing, I did nothing.» you grumbled.

«Little Y/n! How do you feel today? You didn't catch a cold, I hope!~» Sanji gushed, redirecting his attention to you and earning a grunt from Zoro.

You pressed your lips together and finally turned to face them.

The rest of the team was now gliding down as well.

Zoro was seemingly waiting for an answer, Bartolomeo didn't look very happy to see you, and Nami was amused more than anything.

You glanced at each one of them and lowered your head with a sigh.

«Guys, I'm sorry.» you said, making the silence fall on the field «Because of my stupidity, I've put you all in a bad position yesterday. And you were only trying to help, which you didn't have to, so I owe you a thank you and an apology. I promise I'll explain the whole situation to my housemates.»

Your words were met with quiet surprise by the Gryffindor team, which wasn't typical of them.

You took the chance to raise your face and turn to Bartolomeo.

«I'm sorry I bit you.»

He frowned in confusion before averting his eyes and rubbing the back of his head.

«Huh, well, that's fine I guess.»

«Y/n, you're so cute! Don't be sorry, it was our pleasure to take care of you!» Sanji grinned, his eyes literally sparkling.

«Tch, what a pain.» Zoro scoffed, but he was smirking too.

«Aww, little Y/n is now a responsible prefect!~» Ace mocked, flitting around you.

«I'm the one who should apologise.»

Sabo landed in front of you and leaped down his Nimbus.

«I pressured you to come to the party and then I basically got you drunk.» his gaze dropped «Now that I say it out loud, it sounds even worse. Sorry.»

You scoffed, your lips rapidly curling into a smirk.

«Please. Everything from coming to getting drunk was my decision. You flatter yourself if you think I'll do anything just because you want me to.»

Sabo raised his eyes to you and you winked. He frowned, confused for a moment before smirking himself.

«Of course.»

You nodded and resumed your path.

«Well guys, if we're done here, I'll get my broom and leave you to your training. You're gonna need it if you don't want your asses to be kicked at the tournament.»

«Tch. Cheeky chipmunk.» Zoro chuckled.

As you walked away, Nami smiled.

«She's getting more mature, isn't she?»

«WE'LL BE THE ONE KICKING YOUR BUTT!» Luffy shouted behind you.

That Sunday, Dracule Mihawk was among the professors on duty and he was spending the day in his chambers, reading a heavy tome about the lost races of the ancient world.

Between ghosts, statues and armours, the castle had several ways to check on the students, so he only needed to step in if there was any report for danger or misconduct.

It had been a calm day, at least until that late afternoon, when a silver shark flew down his pipe and appeared in the fireplace.

Mihawk leaned the tome on his desk and turned to the patronus.

«Madame Sharley.»

«Professor Dracule.» the shark spoke in a deep feminine voice «According to my prediction, a big storm is approaching rapidly. It is my opinion that flying students will be at risk in about thirty minutes.»

Mihawk looked at the dark clouds thickening in the sky beyond his window, then he nodded.

«Very well, I'll see that they all return to the castle by then. Thank you.»

«Woha, the wind is getting stronger!» Bartolomeo gasped when a gust pushed him against one of the rings.

«WAAAH, LUFFY!»

Despite being the one holding the quaffle, the young chaser quickly looked up at the shout.

Nami was flying several feet above the rest of the team and fell victim of a strong current that made her lose control of the broom.

Without a second of hesitation, Luffy dropped the ball and sprinted across the sky, quickly reaching her and grabbing her broomstick.

«Gotcha.»

He had to use a little strength to fight against the wind but he managed to bring her and himself below the gust.

«T-Thanks.» Nami stuttered, her hands still gripped around his arm.

«Are you okay, Nami?» Sabo asked, circling around them «Maybe we should stop.»

«Team!»

Professor Jinbe's call caught everyone's attention as he flew over the field and gestured them to land.

«I have to suspend your training.» he announced once the students touched the ground «The weather is only getting worse for today, not suitable for flying anymore. Please, put your brooms away and go back to the castle.»

«Aw, bummer.» Ace groaned, heading to the changing room together with his mates.

«Hum, Professor?» Sabo interjected «I believe L/n is out flying right now. Maybe someone should warn her.»

«She is?»

Jinbe looked up to search the sky with his eyes, but no figure could be spotted against the dark clouds.

«With such conditions, she should be responsible enough to return by herself.»

He paused and glanced at the doubtful look on Sabo's face.

«Of course.» he sighed «Your concern is commendable, Mr. Monkey, but you don't have to worry. The gargoyles will be soon dispatched to take back any student still in the air.»

«Okay... thank you, professor.»

Sabo nodded and followed the rest of the team, quickly reaching Ace who was waiting for him.

«Don't stress over it, brother!» he chimed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders «The gargoyles may be a bit rough, but they're designed to protect the students. They'll drag her back in no time.»

«Yeah, yeah.» the blond huffed «I just don't think she needs that, today.»

Killer groaned in frustration as he re-read Kid's assay for the third time that afternoon.

«That's not nearly enough!» he grunted «I told you already you need to include the chapter on the Potter Age as well if you want to pass!»

«I don't give a shit!» Kid snapped, snatching the parchment back «I'm sick about this bullshit assignment!»

«You have to do it if you don't want to fail the class!»

«Can you two please cut it out?!»

They both turned to Smoothie with a snarl, but she glared at them unfazed.

«This is a study hall, so if you cannot be quiet you might as well leave!» she hissed.

Several other students were throwing subtle glares at them too.

Kid was about to retort, but he held back in surprise when he saw Killer shoving the books in his bag with a growl and marching out of the room. This wasn't like him at all.

The redhead frowned, quickly grabbing his stuff to follow his best friend down the corridor.

«Oi, Killer!» he barked, shuffling after him «What the hell is wrong with you today?! You've been an asshole since this morning!»

«I'm not...!»

Killer hesitated, stopping on his steps to let out another groan and rubbing his thick bangs away from his face.

«What is it?» Kid grumbled, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

The blond looked around to confirm no one else was in the narrow corridor before taking a breath.

«Fine. Something weird happened last night, after I left Vinsmoke at her House.»

Kid scoffed lightly at the name but didn't interrupt him. He could see Killer's mouth twitching in nervousness, and he was not easily unsettled.

«I was walking back when I heard... something behind me.»

«Something?»

«Yeah, I didn't turn, I just... I suddenly got this splitting hiss in my head.» a droplet of sweat rolled down his temple at the memory «I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a crushing homicidal intent, directed right at me. And I ran.»

«So it threatened you?»

«Yes. No. It didn't say anything, it just... it chased me until I got into the House.»

«...but you don't know what it was.»

«No!»

«C'mon, man, it was probably some ghost pranking you. You know that damn Caribou likes to scare the stud–»

«It wasn't a ghost!» Killer barked, his blazing gaze darting to him «We've been wandering the castle at night since out first year! Do you really think I would freak out because of a stupid ghost?!»

Kid was taken aback by his reaction, the words mushing in his mouth for once. Normally he wouldn't have let anybody yell at him like that, but Killer was an exception. Whatever happened, he was seriously shaken.

«Oh. Okay, I guess you're right.» the redhead muttered «We could go back tonight and investigate then.»

Killer took a deep breath, calming down a little. He was about to reply when Prof. Mihawk's voice echoed through the corridors, traversing the whole school.

«Announcement for all the students, please pay attention. A strong storm is approaching, therefore all the flying activities are to be ceased immediately. Every student must return and stay within the walls of the castle within the next twenty minutes. The gargoyles will be dispatched to lead back incompliant students.»

The warning was repeated three times before dying off.

Kid smirked at his friend and slapped his shoulder playfully.

«Come on, let's go watch the gargoyles dragging back the poor bastards who don't make it in time! You'll feel better.»

The wind was rapidly getting stronger and stronger.

Had that been any other day, you would have renounced and landed on one of the towers' roof.

Not that evening though. On the contrary, you felt like a challenge against the wind was exactly what you needed to divert your mind. Still, you decided to fly close to the castle to be able to go back in case the weather would get too aggressive.

The gusts of wind were nothing you couldn't handle so far, and you let your Firebolt slide through the currents, riding them as your hair and coat flew behind you.

Yes. I feel better already.

The sky was grey and gloomy but you didn't mind. It matched your mood.

To you, flying was all a matter of flexibility. There was no point in fighting the wind, you were never gonna win.

No, you had to be brave enough to trust your instincts and follow the invisible path among the currents.

Up here, my mistakes will affect no one but myself. Up here, every action and its consequences belong only to me.

A particularly strong gust glanced you, and you let it flip your figure, wrapping your legs around the Firebolt and hanging upside down.

The strength of the wind finally matched yours, letting your broom hover in the sky.

Your muscles strained.

You knew that if you ceded even a little bit, the wind would have swallowed you at his mercy. Yet the effort felt incredibly liberating.

You released the grip of your hands and stretched your arms, letting out a long joyful yell.

Let this wind wipe away my turbulences. Just for today.

It lasted thirty seconds, then you felt better.

You gobbled down sips of cold air and squinted.

Okay. Time to go back before this turns serious.

With a quick movement, you rolled back on top of your broom and guided it above the current.

The wind was starting to become unforgiving. Quickly. Too quickly. It was pushing you higher and higher.

Ahh, some more of those wise life decisions that Katakuri appreciates.

«Fuck.» you cursed when your control trembled against the wind. It was throwing you against the castle too fast, landing was getting risky. You had to find the still spot between the gusts and be ready to use your magic to create a window of opportunity.

«Up!» you growled, putting all your effort in pointing the Firebolt to the sky.

It involved you fighting in vertical against the wind for a moment, which pushed you ahead and made you backflip, but you managed to keep your cold blood and direct the stick into a low cloud.

Thankfully, your instincts were right.

Once you emerged above the cloud, you found yourself in a much calmer zone.

Some sunbeams were still reflecting on top of the vapours, painting a pink dusk all around you.

The view took your breath away.

Wow. That's beautiful.

Your eyes were drowning in that game of lights and colours, just above the thickening storm.

Then you spotted something on the horizon.

It was a black dot, far, far away from you, hovering on the clouds in a stillness that didn't belong there.

You squinted, trying to put the figure on focus.

It seemed to be some sort of silhouette, loose hands hanging from its forms and slowly floating in the air.

What is that? It reminds me of something.

Suddenly, a terrifying freeze paralysed your throat.

Your eyes snapped open and your hand grabbed your neck.

It felt like icy waters had closed up above you. You couldn't breath anymore.

Sleep, baby, sleep

Mommy loves you

Sleep, baby, sleep

And you will be reboooorn~

The childish song was clawing at your brain as you struggled to get air.

WHATTHEFUCKISTHISWHATTHEFUCKISTHISWHATTHEFUCKISTHIS?!

The unbearable coldness was spreading to your chest now.

Am I dying?

Am I dying up here alone?

Sleep, baby, sleep

Daddy is...

Oh, where's daddy?

The stream of unrestrained tears had frozen on your cheeks as your mouth helplessly gasped for oxygen.

I'm scared. I don't want to. I want my friends.

Somehow, a last lucid thought flashed through your tortured mind.

«...I want you to find a memory. It has to be a very happy memory, the best you got. Focus on that image and the feeling it bears.»

You shut your eyes in pain, fingers spasmodically wrapping around your wand.

You were rolling, not sure if you were even on the broomstick anymore.

If I'm dying now, I just wish I could see my friends one last time.

Please.

I always mess up, but they always come for me and they don't care if I'm so clumsy and dumb.

I just want to say thank you.

Perona, Reiju, Kid, Killer.

Heat, Wire, Cavendish.

Sabo, Ace, Zoro, Sanji.

Momonosuke.

Hell, even the twins, Katakuri, Trafalgar and Drake.

I want to go back to class with you guys.

Focus on them, focus on them, FOCUS ON THEM!

«EEAAAARGH!»

The surge of energy traversed your arm like a shockwave and a silver beam burst out of your wand.

You could hardly open your eyes to see it, but the coldness' grip around you loosened for a second.

The invisible ice hands let go of your throat and you coughed and spat, wheezing as the air finally reached your lungs.

You suddenly realized your legs were still hanging from the broomstick, but you were rolling in the wind without any control.

OUTTA HERE, OUTTA HERE NOW!

With a snarl you shoved the wand between your teeth and grabbed the Firebolt with both hands, forcing it to dash towards the ground.

You dived into the cloud and the coldness finally disappeared along with the echoes in your head.

On the other hand, you fell right into the black storm.

Mihawk was climbing down the stairs of the West Tower when the pocket mirror heated up in his coat.

He pulled it out without slowing his steps, brushing his thumb against the phoenix image reflected on the surface and Marco's face appeared in its place.

«Oi, Mihawk-yoi. I've seen the gargoyles leaving from the Southern tower.»

The Ravenclaw professor hummed.

«Yes, I've been notified. I'm going to assess the situation personally.»

Marco smirked.

«Such a perfectionist. I'm in the astronomy tower, so call me if you need assistance-yoi.»

Mihawk nodded and cut the call, finally reaching the ground floor.

«Professor Dracule!»

«What now?» he grunted, turning to see a Slytherin student rushing towards him with a worried pout «Miss Gekko. What is it?»

«It's Y/n!» Perona panted, stopping right beside him.

«Miss L/n?»

«Yes! They say she's out flying and she still hasn't come back! The storm is really bad now...!»

Mihawk observed the girl for a moment before frowning and pinching the bridge of his nose.

«Of course.»

He let out a sigh before recollecting himself and heading to the exit.

«Don't worry, miss L/n survived perils worse than this. Come on.»

However, when the wizard stepped outside he found a pretty messy situation.

The wind was sweeping the rain against the castle, but that didn't scare the crowd away.

Dozens if not hundreds of students were gathered on the perimeter of the walls, most of them below the colonnades, yelling in excitement and pointing at the sky. Charlotte Katakuri and some of his siblings were growling in their attempts to push back Eustass and Kamazo, both of them somehow with brooms in their hands. If that wasn't enough, some Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were yelling at each other, and they seemed close to get into a fight.

A deep frown settled between Mihawk's eyebrows, but he didn't have the time to intervene in any way before Perona grabbed his sleeve, brusquely earning his attention.

«Professor, right there! In the sky!»

The Ravenclaw turned his attention to the clouds.

Here you were, a small figure spinning in the storm, desperately trying to hold onto your broom and at the same time escape from the school of gargoyles flying all around you.

«YOU CAN DO IT, N/N!» Luffy shouted, jumping on the railing of the portico «SHOW THEM!»

«It's dangerous, you idiot!» Usopp barked, tugging him down.

«She's gonna fall!» Nami gasped.

«Don't worry, the gargoyles are gonna grab her if she falls.» Ace reassured. His smile faltered though when he turned to Sabo «...right?»

«LET ME FUCKING GO, YOU DOUCHEBAG!» Kid yelled, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Katakuri «SHE'S ONE OF OURS!»

«Eustass, stop, she's not in real danger!» Cavendish growled, his hand lowering on his wand.

«DO YOU FUCKING HAVE EYES, YOU MORON?!»

«Ah...! Professor Dracule is here!» Penguin suddenly gasped, turning to him.

Mihawk took a step forward and leaned the tip of his wand to his own throat, amplifying his voice so it could reach you across the storm, the powerful echo shutting down the students.

«MISS L/N. STOP RESISTING AND LET THE GARGOYLES TAKE A GRIP OF YOU. THEY WILL SLIGHTLY RUFFLE YOU UP, BUT THEY'LL LEAD YOU SAFELY BACK TO THE GROUND.»

Despite the raging rain and the lighting bolts thundering all around you, you heard professor Dracule's words.

By that moment you were soaked, freezing, spun around by the wind, you couldn't feel your fingers anymore, your guts were contorted by the nausea and a splitting headache had made your sight blurred.

You could only dart here and there to avoid the black shadows cutting through the air around you and hold onto the Firebolt for dear life.

«MISS L/N, PLEASE, DO AS I SAID.»

The gargoyles...? Okay... okay, that should be fine.

You did your best to stabilize the broomstick in the storm, finally allowing one of the shadows to come close. But that only collided with you and, being of pure rock, knocked the air out of your lungs.

A general gasp rose from the crowd when you almost lost your balance.

«Professor!» Perona choked, her nails clawing at his sleeve «Can't they be a little gentler?!»

«It's not in the gargoyles' nature to be gentle with disobedient students.» Mihawk scoffed, eyes fixed on the scene in the sky.

Up there, you gritted your teeth and spent a few horrible seconds at the wind's mercy before managing to straighten your Firebolt again.

«I'M GOING!» Kid barked, taking advantage of Katakuri's distraction to jump forward. However he was met with an invisible barrier and was bumped back with a groan.

«Stop right there, Mr. Eustass.» Mihawk hissed, wand pointed at him «No student moves. Miss L/n will be fine.»

But you were not fine.

You raised your blazing eyes at the gargoyles circling you, a low snarl rumbling in your throat.

After all that happened. After all that shit. Those bastards were gonna grab you and drag you down like trash?

You felt the rage burning inside you, a rage you hadn't felt in years.

Fuck this.

When one of the living statues sprinted toward you again, you didn't dodge. You pulled out your wand and casted your anger against it.

You weren't even thinking of a spell, just shouted your rage at it with all your strength.

And the gargoyle exploded among red flares.

The silence fell onto the crowd for a moment before the students burst into a chorus of excited yells.

«YAAAASS!»

«YOU RULE LITTLE TROUBLEMAKER!»

«GO Y/N! SHOW THEM!»

«GIVE THEM HELL!!»

Mihawk's eyes widened at the sight.

He was frozen for a moment before Katakuri stepped by his side.

«Professor.» he hissed.

In six years of Hogwarts, the wizard had hardly seen concern on the Charlotte's face.

«Professor. No student should be able to do that, isn't it?»

He had talked lowly not to be heard by others.

Mihawk's gaze sharpened as he glanced at him. Because Katakuri was right.

Unfortunately though, that wasn't his most impellent problem right now.

«P-Professor...» Perona murmured, her voice as thin as an autumn leaf «Something is off with the gargoyles...»

He frowned and returned his attention to the sky.

It was true.

The eyes of the living statues were now glowing in red. They were still circling you like vultures, but now...

Mihawk casted a quick spell to enhance his sight and saw their fangs and claws growing, their muzzles curling into terrifying snarls. He had never seen such behaviour before.

«Fuck.»

Perona stared at him in horror when she heard his curse.

The professor lost no time.

He waved his wand and his broomstick flew down the West Tower towards him as he turned to Katakuri.

«Charlotte!» he called «The gargoyles are under Donquixote Rocinante's jurisdiction. Find him!»

He then ran across the yard, grabbing his broom mid-air with one hand and pulling out the pocket mirror with the other.

Reiju recognised the moment when Trafalgar Law leaned closer towards the window, the tension running through his usually calm features.

All the students in the library had gathered in front of the big windows to follow your struggle against the gargoyles.

Well, basically all the students in the school were either in the crowd outside or glued at some window by that moment.

Reiju was feeling really bad for you and could only hope you weren't still in hangover, but when you made that monster explode something changed in Trafalgar's attitude. Like his interested was suddenly caught.

She didn't have much time to dwell on it though, because it was immediately clear something had changed in the gargoyles as well. And they weren't trying to rescue you anymore.

«Where the hell are all the professors?!» she gasped, pushing some students out of the way to press her forehead against the glass.

If you had a crumble of lucidity left, you'd probably be asking yourself the same question.

Those things were trying to kill you.

Professor Dracule was wrong, if that even was his voice. You weren't sure about anything anymore.

Throwing that spell had further drained your stamina.

There were at least eight gargoyles around you, their rocky wings fluttering in the violent storm, trying to get close enough to tear your flesh apart.

«L/N!»

Somehow, you thought you heard Dracule's voice in your head once again. Probably another delusion.

«FLY, L/N! RUN FROM THE GARGOYLES!»

Is this a fucking joke?

But you were so tired you couldn't even feel the sheer terror anymore. You were struggling just to keep your eyes open.

Your thoughts were so confused that you were hearing tons of students yelling your name, yelling to resist and fly or something.

This must really be a dream.

«Y/N, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, OPEN YOUR EYES!»

Kid...?

You frowned.

Fine.

Even if this is a dream, I'll play my last trump card.

Not sure I can pull it off, but I have nothing to lose anyway.

You didn't open your eyes.

Instead, you released whatever little resistance you had to keep your Firebolt in the air.

Crash landing it is then.

The move allowed you to avoid one of the creatures to bite your head off just in time.

The free fall quickly picked up speed, the friction of the wind soon becoming almost unbearable. The gargoyles wasted to time and flew down to the chase.

Yes. Come with me, motherfuckers.

The ground was coming at you at impossible speed. Your ears were filled with a myriad of different screams, thunders and the whistle of the wind.

It's do or die now, Y/n. Whether this is a dream or not. You said you wanted to see your friends again.

Whatever my body has left to give. May it give it now.

Your fingers clenched around the broomstick, your teeth grinded together before you let out an inhuman scream.

Every inch of strength and magic you had, you put it in that effort and pulled up the broom one second before it crashed to the ground.

And, against all odds, with a pain that made you think your arms were going to detach from your body, your Firebolt darted up in the air, while the gargoyles slammed into the earth and were smashed into a million pieces.

The chaos that rose from the crowd enveloped you like a renewed storm, and you welcomed it by crumbling against your broom and throwing up below you.

Hugging the Firebolt, pale as a ghost, you blinked, trying to focus in the rain.

Something was moving towards you. New shadows. Red glowing eyes. Fangs and claws.

«THERE'S MORE OF THEM! MANY MORE!» someone shouted.

You felt your vision blurry again.

That's it. I gave my all.

They cut through the storm, fast as demons, and in a moment they were on you.

You closed your eyes.

«Sit Subsisto Lapis!»

Three figures suddenly put themselves between you and the gargoyles, the powerful charms reverberating around you and entangling together, freezing the living statues on the spot.

You struggled to open your eyes and peer through the darkness.

Professor Dracule, Professor Fushichō and Professor Donquixote were flying in front of you, their wands unsheathed to keep the monsters at bait.

New yells came from below.

«YEEEESS!»

«THE PROFESSORS ARE HERE!»

Colourful beams trapped the gargoyles in their web.

«You won't touch my student!» Rocinante growled, quickly neutralizing the threat alongside his colleagues.

That's all nice and fun but...

You felt your grip slipping away and almost fell from the broom before a gentle but steady grip wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you against a warm torso to keep you balanced.

«Careful there, little troublemaker.»

You couldn't raise your face to see who your rescuer was before everything turned dark.

Shanks got a hold of you just a second before you lost consciousness.

He quickly checked that you were breathing properly before sighing and glancing at the last gargoyles precipitating to the ground in pieces.

While Mihawk, Marco and Rocinante chose to freeze the statues, Doflamingo hadn't been so forgiving with the leftovers.

The professor of Slytherin glided down beside Shanks, grabbing your broom to steady it.

«Let's get her down.»

The two of them guided your Firebolt back to earth.

«Give her to me, Akagami.» Doflamingo coldly ordered when they touched the yard.

Shanks stepped aside and let the blond lift your small figure in his arms.

«She started big this year.»

Doflamingo didn't seem amused.

«I'm taking her to the infirmary. Tell Rocinante I want to speak to him, once he's done cleaning this mess.»

His voice wasn't promising anything fun.

The redhead tilted his head.

«What, and you're leaving me to deal with her Slytherin friends?»

«I'm leaving you to deal with all the students, actually.» Doflamingo glanced at the crowd lining the walls of the castle «Yes, I believe that's all of them.»

Shanks let out an amused huff.

«Fine. Should we contact L/n's uncle too?»

The other professor shrugged, already heading towards the entrance.

«Do whatever you want. If he ever wants to bother himself with his niece, he'll know where to find her.»

*nickname: Luffy calls you with his personal variant of your first name, like he does with almost anybody who don't belong to his crew.