"hear the girl running faster as she's chased down by the gaurds."

as mia stayed on her feet, carrying her broom under her arm as she ran faster, from the british. "come on broom, fly...!" she whispered, holding it out as she threw it, having it float. "yes!" she grinned, hopping on and keeping balance. but as she did, she heard solider fall to the ground, making her squeak gently.

she looked behind her, seeing them completely dead, she gasped, her whole body feeling wobbly. as she fell off her broom, she rolled, tumbled, and bounced to the ground. as she laid there, shocked and mentally sick, she realized she was in front of someone. that someone was you.

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