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Night has fallen over Hogsmeade. In the High Street, lamps illuminate a village still damp and glittering from the passage of a light, late afternoon rain. Despite the stress of past months, the atmosphere is decidedly calm. The sounds of wildlife color the air; faintly rattling insects and the occasional hooting of an owl. It is a night one could relax into.

From out of the darkness, a sudden shriek shatters the peace. The noise is piercing, but its source not immediately apparent, sounding near yet distant and muffling almost instantly. The night deadens with it, suddenly heavy with silence. For long moments there is nothing, and then...

A clicking sound fills the darkness.

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Three or four nights a week, Puck headed into the station early so that she could make a little bit of extra money helping file, clean and organize. Not Fridays, though. No, Fridays were for relaxation and fun. It was the start of the weekend, after all. Sure, she still had to do her show at night, but that wasn't really work. She loved doing her show. The whole cleaning and organzing thing? Yeah, she didn't love that so much. So she tried not to make a habit of doing it on Fridays.

This particular Friday she'd spent most of the evening in just the same way she'd spent her day; in her PJs, curled up with Karma and a mug of tea, reading a good book. She probably should have gone to see Reid. In fact, she had intended to go see Reid. It was just that it was a really good book that she was trying to get through and with everything going on, she could use a day to herself. Reid and his little revolution could have her all weekend.

Eventually the sun went down, evening faded into the darkness of night, and the time came where she needed to leave for work. Sure, she could have just apparated there, btu she had always loved Hogsmeade after dark. The new risk of danger only made it that much more exciting. After two months stuck in such a tiny little village, she was itching for anything to make her feel ore alive.

It was a quiet night, though. Not the sort of night that sang notes of fear, violence or danger. It was just the sort of night to enjoy the stars twinkling in the sky above, or or the way candles flickering through windows shone like beacons in the dark. She liked those nights, too. Those were the nights that reminded her of home, of music and warmth and gentle intimacy. The kind of nights Puck would not often admit held appeal. She enjoyed the cool mountain air, the quiet cacophony of insects and the under tones of bustling villagers that never quite died completely.

And then it shattered. A shriek cut through the cozy night, sharp and searing against Puck's eardrums. She whipped around, her dark hair catching the bridge of her nose and obstructing her line of sight. With a huff of annoyance, she brushed the stray hair away, brown eyes scanning the shadowy silence for any hint or indicator of the source of the noise. The silence, so comfortable just seconds ago, felt stifling and oppressive, thick with the promise that more was to come. More what, though?

Heart beating harder than she cared to admit, she turned slowly almost completing a full circle before the silence gave way to clicking. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she hunted for a source. Like a itch begging to be scratched, the wand stashed inside her robes drew her fingers close. It would only take a breath to draw it, but she hesitated. Was she so on edge? Was Puck the mighty lioness so easily unnerved?

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Isaac was, probably, the worst guard ever. He was determined to protect the children of Hogwarts, yes, but he did not anticipate any troubles during his stint on guard tonight. So far in his experience, the most trouble came from student trying to push the limits of the recently re-installed rules as opposed to anyone who wished to harm his children. Plus, being a Friday night, he anticipated more troubles from his students - the older ones, at least, that fancied themselves adults that didn't need rules or curfews - than any that wished to cause harm.

Which was why he had been sitting on the ground at the boundary between Hogsmeade and the castle grounds, just off the edge of the path leading down to the village where he had dried off a small area. His knees were pulled up around his chest with one arm looped around them, the other holding the wand he was loosely twirling. His head was leaning back, eyes trying to find stars peaking through the cloudy sky.

Isaac realized he should probably be paying be a bit more attention, but what was going to happen? He was sure that he would hear anything that was coming down the path - or anywhere near it - so he wasn't exactly worried about being caught unaware. It was calm and quiet; sound would surely travel.

And travel it did.

Even from where he was, Isaac heard the shriek piercing through the night, though he couldn't even pinpoint what direction it had even come from. The professor tensed, pushing himself to his feet even as the sound was muffled. His grip on his wand flexed as he took a few hesitant steps across the border. Someone needed help, even if it was with something as innocuous as slipping in mud, and the former Hufflepuff didn't have it in him to ignore a cry for help.

Though, if he were being honest with himself, his instincts were telling he wasn't going to be so lucky as to be finding a damsel in distress who had merely fallen down and needed assistance. The way the sound had been muffled, the silence now so heavy it was almost tangible as it tried to suffocate him? Isaac doubted anyone who had been through what he had would be able to ignore the feeling it brought to his gut.

A few steps into the village, and the clicking started. Well, that was about as far from normal as one could get, wasn't it? Isaac glanced between the lights of the village and the lights of a castle, hesitating for a moment. He was supposed to be watching the entrance to make sure nothing dangerous entered the castle grounds; it was his duty to protect the children, to make sure they did not lose another member of the Hogwarts family. But what if someone needed assistance in the village? He couldn't just leave them alone. Even in his slip and fall scenario, someone could be hurt and need help. Isaac just couldn't leave it alone.

He sent a patronus message back to the castle saying something - he wasn't sure what - was happening in the village and that he was going to investigate. Hopefully one of his fellow staff members would take over watch over the castle grounds since they knew he was leaving his position, though he prayed it was just for a short while. Surely it was nothing more than his imagination getting the better of him because thanks to recent events.

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The clicking begins low, filling cracks in the dark, echoing down the passage of alleys, but slowly grows to consume the night, clattering in the air like the snapping of claws. Its source is difficult to determine as it seems to come from everywhere at once, swelling from either side of the high street. The reason for this becomes clear as the darkness appears to move.

From the rooftops of buildings and the gaps between shops, the spindly forms of gargantuan legs paw at the edges of shadow, moving just on the other side of the dark. The night is suddenly alive with the passage of unseen creatures. And then the first of the Acromantulas scuttles fully view. It is gargantuan, thorax glittering in the torchlight, thick mandibles clacking together beneath an octet of shimmering eyes. It moves impossibly quickly across the cobbles of the High Street, slipping with eerie ease up the side of a storefront, and it is far from alone.

Acromantulas bloom in horrifying number from the night, all moving with purpose across the line of the village, some leaving behind thick ropes of webbing as they go.

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As alarming as it had been when the quiet of the night was shattered by a piercing shriek, somehow the chorus of clicking was even more disconcerting. She'd never own up to it if asked, but fear rolled like ice down her spine, flooding her body with cold adrenaline. Her fingers grasped at the handle of her wand, drawing it as much for comfort as for protection as, slowly, she turned in a circle, searching the darkness for the source of the sound. She wasn't far from work, she just had to keep walking. She could be there in just a few minutes, that's all it would take.

Her legs didn't seem to want to cooperate, though. As much as she willed them to move forward, they just wouldn't go. Perhaps that proved to be for the best, though. The shadows began to shift around her, a darkness moving in the night. At first the source of the moment was indistinguishable from the shadows, more a feeling than a sight as the clicking grew nearer, louder. But then one long, fur covered leg stepped into the dim light of the flickering streetlamp soon followed by the largest spider Puck had ever seen. Within the space of maybe three heartbeats the street was flooded with the monstrous beasts.

Fierce lioness though she was, Puck had never been fond of spiders. A shrill, petrified shriek escaped her mouth as she stumbled backwards in an attempt to avoid the path of an oncoming tarantula. She backed into a thick, sticky rope of webbing and immediately pushed herself forward, her heart pounding. The spiked heal of her boot caught between the cobblestones and her ankle twisted. Before she could catch her balance she was on the ground, the dark bodies of the spiders moving around her, above her. Her wand, which had been clutched so tightly in her hand, slipped from her grasp as she fell. Where was it? How far had it rolled away from her? She couldn't be without her wand, she couldn't.

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The soles of Reid’s boots threw up tiny droplets as he paced the cobblestones of Hogsmeade, absently splashing through puddles of rainwater. He had taken it upon himself to patrol the village after shutting up shop each night, although he wasn’t entirely sure what for. Morrigan’s followers had certainly made themselves at home, but it wasn’t like they were brawling in the streets; and Reid wasn’t sure exactly what he’d do if they were. Still, it made him feel like he was doing something, and he had developed a restlessness of late, which pacing ameliorated somewhat. Even so, he couldn’t completely wear out the nervous energy that had plagued him ever since Dexter had started acting oddly, and despite the peaceful night he wore a furrowed brow as he traipsed the streets of the quiet little village.

Without warning, a shriek shattered the silence, a sudden wail of fear that cut off far too abruptly and left the quiet of the village with a vastly different atmosphere to the sleepy silence they’d previously experienced. Reid span wildly, his wand in his hand, trying to locate the source of the noise; but as he strained his ears against the muffling deafness of the air, all he could hear was an almost mechanical clicking coming from the edge of the village.

His first thought brought him straight back to the scene of the last disaster that had befallen the village, and he almost ran towards the train tracks before remembering that the Hogwarts Express had no reason to be running in the middle of March. Instead he forced himself to still, to listen. The clicking seemed to come from a street to his left and he slipped down it, sticking to the shadows cast by the shops, eyes wide and darting, alert for any sign of danger.

He saw a figure up ahead of him and headed towards them, to see if they knew anything about what was going on, if nothing else; but as soon as he’d taken a few steps the figure shrieked, stumbled, and fell to the ground. He caught a glimpse of them in the pooling light of a nearby streetlamp and his stomach knotted itself; it was Puck, and Puck didn’t scare easily. Reid broke into a run, but almost stumbled and fell himself as the shadows themselves seemed to come to life, great fangs revealing the source of the clicking, bulbous, hairy bodies clinging to the sides of the shops with far too many legs. Horror built within him and he froze, scared stiff, before something clattered on the cobblestones in front of him and he looked down to see a wand roll to a halt at his feet. Putting two and two together, he stooped to scoop it up and then forced himself back into motion, running towards Puck (and, he realised to his dismay, towards the group of great black Acromantula) and seizing her by the arm, hauling her to her feet and pushing her wand back into her hands. ”Come on!” he yelled, tugging at her arm, pulling her back the way he’d come. One of the beasts stepped perilously close to them and he flung his wand out reflexively, sending the first spell that came to mind straight towards it. ”Incendio!”

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The clicking was a sound Isaac vaguely recognized but could not place for whatever reason. He knew he should be scared of it, of whatever was increasing in sound, and he was. But he had never let fear govern him, least of all when somebody needed assistance. And while his hopes for some sort of simple assistance in a nice, safe environment evaporated with each step that took him further into Hogsmeade and closer to the clicking, he kept forcing one foot in front of the other.

Isaac's fingers flexed around his wand with every sound, lighting his want to help him see in the night. Even with the streetlights and lit windows, every bit of extra light would help. He had yet to see anything, though he knew it was only moments before he would. The clicking was growing ever-near; eventually the source would be upon him, of that he was sure. The only question was what the source would be. Would it be something harmful? Merlin, he hoped not, but it probably was something dangerous. That was just how Hogwarts' and Hogsmeade's luck had been this year.

Another shriek pierced the night, barely heard over the clicking sound. Isaac didn't know if the source was the same as before, but at least this one gave him a direction. He wasn't all too far away, he assumed, so he pushed forward. All of a sudden, he stepped in something sticky; the light of his wand revealed webbing that almost caused him to step out of his boots as he tried to keep going, to be helpful and of use.

It was then that he noticed the first of the spiders - big ass spiders that seemed to be more than just regular spiders - out in front of him and heading in his direction. He raised his arm high over his head, trying to increase the circumference of light his wand was emitting to fill in the gaps between street lights and the lights peaking out from the village windows. For a few seconds it was just flickers of movement, too quick or too hidden by the shops for him to identify, and then there was a mass of spiders in front of him. Probably all around him as well.

Whelp. This was not good. Not good at all, if the way he thought they were eyeing him was any sort of indication. It was sort of hard to tell, what with the eight eyes and clicking pincers, but it felt like they were looking at him as though he were their next meal. He heard the sounds of people not too far away and thought that his best bet was to get his way over to them. He could help them. Or they could help him. He wasn't really picky beyond surviving and helping as many as he could.

He muttered the incantation to the severing charm, keeping his head enough to know to cut the webbing holding him to his spot before attempting anything else. Isaac was aware that there was a defensive spell particularly for spiders, but the adrenaline - the fear - meant he couldn't think of the incantation. "Screw it," he muttered to himself as he faced the direction he wanted to go. "Confringo!" he shouted, hoping to put enough power behind his blasting curse to clear a path toward the other Hogsmeade residents, or at least the beginnings of a path that would allow him to start fighting his way through to get to them.

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A flash of fire arcs through the night, and the Acromantula closest draws back, mandibles clashing angrily, the foremost of its many legs swatting at the air. The flames lap across the glittering shell of its thorax, summoning from the beast a thin scream of pain, but it is not deterred. Its legs flash out in retaliation, pounding the cobbles in an attempt to crush the two humans in its path beneath its feet.

A short distance down the High Street, a sudden blast rips through the crowd of arachnids, sending one flying back down the road where it topples onto its back, legs plucking helplessly at the air. A few of the spiders pause in their charge, bodies swaying angrily, legs raised in a show of aggression against the man who fires on them.

The bulk of the stampede, however, continues on its journey, a few stragglers remaining to hurriedly begin stringing ropes of webbing between storefronts, the milky white strands crossing the lane like a loose approximation of a blockade. Though there are aggressors among the crowd, the goal of the majority does not seem to lie in feasting.

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Puck's ankle twisted as she went down, her knee smashing against the cobblestones. Despite the pain that shot up her leg like bolts of electricity, she couldn't say a word, couldn't even manage to swear. Her heart was thundering in her throat, strangling her tongue. The spiders, they had to have come from the forest. That was the only conclusion. But why? Why enter the village? Most beasts tended to avoid humans, didn't they? Interaction with witches and wizards was too much hassle, too much a bother. She struggled, trying to pull herself back to her feet despite the pain searing through her leg. Her focus was so narrowed by adrenaline that she didn't even realize anyone else had approached until she felt firm fingers grasping her arm, pulling her up, tugging her away.

"Reid!" She struggled to keep up with him, but managed. The boots were tall enough that they provided some extra support to her twisted ankle, but she was definitely going to have to heal it when she could. Her stomach churned each time she stepped down on it. She turned her head as flames shot from Reid's wand, eliciting a cry of pain from the nearest monster. Thank the heavens for Reid and for the wand he'd pushed back into her hands. "Protego," She cried as the acromantula lashed it's foremost legs toward them. A barrier of whitelight erupted from her wand, standing like a wall between them and the spider as she clung to her friend, still moving from the street as quickly as she could.

She gasped, pulling Reid closer to her as a blast rang out nearby. Just down the street, almost out of view in the dark night, several of the spiders turned toward the source of the blast. It seemed they were preparing to retaliate, to attack, even while most of the herd moved on. "Who is that," she asked Reid, her arms winding around his torso. Later on, when the adrenaline settled, she would hate that she clung to him, that she appeared so weak and helpless in front of her friend. At the moment, though, she couldn't give a shit about how looked. Spiders were the worst. Giant spiders, sneaking up on you in the dark? There wasn't even words for that.


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The spider reared back from the flames that flew from the tip of his wand, and Reid let out a breath of relief; it had been years since he’d had cause to use that spell for anything other than lighting candles, and although he had great confidence in his casting abilities – Charms had always been one of his better subjects at Hogwarts - for a moment there he’d been worried that his lack of recent practice would work against him. His wand, though, reliable to the last, had seemed to pick up on his desperation, his anger that these great beasts would leave their home in the Forest to assault what he had come to think of as his town, his people, and had produced a veritable blast of fire and repelled the arachnid sufficiently for him to get his bearings and pull Puck to her feet. What he hadn’t anticipated was the great hulking thing to smash its legs down upon them in retaliation, but luckily Puck’s reflexes seemed faster than his own and as he recoiled, an arm thrown up over his head, the spider’s legs slammed into a glowing barrier of her making. He let out a sigh of relief and, not wanting to let their advantage go to waste, spent no time in tugging Puck further along the street and away from the things.

He noticed her struggling to keep up and slowed, torn between getting them away from the bulk of the creatures and not causing her more pain. ”Puck, are you alright? You’re limping! Here…” He took her hand and pulled her arm across his shoulders, winding his other arm around her waist to provide some small measure of support. At any other time he might have asked permission first, not wanting to seem like he was feeling her up (as if he would, at a time like this), but by the way she was already clinging to him he had a feeling she wouldn’t mind too much. Before he could ask her what had happened, whether there was anything that had provoked the Acromantula into invading the village, there was a blast from a nearby street and several of the creatures turned angrily towards it. He looked over at Puck as she asked the pertinent question – Who is that? ”I have no idea,” he replied, coming to a standstill as he weighed up the pros and cons of going to help whoever had caused the explosion and running like hell in the opposite direction. ”…. But we can’t leave them,” he sighed eventually, his sense of responsibility for Hogsmeade winning out. ”Do you think you can make it over there? Here, let me see your ankle…”

He crouched down, sliding her foot out of her boot, and directed his wand at the swollen joint, quickly wracking his brains for the healing spells they’d learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts. ”Ferula.” A ribbon of bandages sprung from his wand, coiling around her foot and wrapping over a sturdy length of wood that appeared next to the injured joint, strapping it securely into place. He helped her back on with the boot before standing, holding out an arm to steady her, ready to support her again if need be. ”Come on.” Ankle fixed as much as it could be under the circumstances, he pulled her arm over his shoulders again, and began to move towards the source of the explosion, brandishing his wand at any spiders who came too close to the pair. Several more blasts of fire were necessary before they reached the end of the street and a figure came into view, looking incredibly small next to the hulking arachnids converging on him. ”Hey, you!” Reid yelled, not recognising the man, waving to get his attention. ”This way!” He jabbed his wand at one of the spiders separating them from the man, intending to clear a path. ”Incendio!” It had worked well enough last time; hopefully it would provide some cover for the man to head in their direction and join crews. Safety in numbers, and all that.

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One day, Isaac was going to learn to leave well enough alone. He was going to learn that he didn't have to throw himself into situations like these. He was, at some point, going to learn to ignore problems that didn't directly effect him. Maybe in the future he would be able to ignore a cry for help if it meant that he would save his own skin. It hadn't happened yet, but maybe some day.

But today just wasn't that day.

If he would have just ignored that first scream, if he hadn't investigated the clicking, he wouldn't be surrounded by what he assumed were bloodthirsty spiders. Most seemed to ignore him, to just scuttle on by him. Maybe he didn't have enough meat on his bones to attract the attention of more than just those few who had gotten too close.

Isaac had put all the power he could summon behind his curse, but it did little good. The path ripping through the mass of spiders that he had been hoping for didn't appear, and instead only one seemed to be hit. And he hadn't even managed to kill that creature, considering it was now on its back with its legs in the air, not all unlike something one would see in a cartoon. The professor could tell he had managed to tick off some of the creature's friends, and he couldn't help the way he took a half step back at the show of aggression.

He saw a flame erupt not too far down the street, and he hoped that the caster was the one that had drawn his attention in the first place. If that were the case, then maybe he could get them to safety. Then maybe his monumentally stupid idea might have done some good.

But instead of saving themselves like most sane people would do, flickers of flames were getting closer instead of leaving his sight completely. "I'm fine." Well, fine-ish. "Get inside. Get to safety," he shouted as he stared at the aggressors near him. Damn it. If the spiders got distracted by the flames and went after the others, that would be on him. And Isaac couldn't let that happen.

He had an idea that he doubted would work, but he clenched his jaw and went with it. Flicking his wand at the more aggressive looking acromantula, he shouted, "Duro," at the spiders several times in quick succession as he edged toward the flames. Isaac just hoped that he could keep his body between the spiders and the others, and maybe he'd get lucky and completely stop some of the spiders. After all, Hogsmeade might need some new statutes after the damage the acromantula were making.

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The acromantula bearing down on the group of two shrieks in frustration as its legs hit uselessly against a barrier of magic, and it turns its attacking limbs to its chest instead, seeming to paw at its own thorax in discomfort, rubbing those places where it was licked with flame as it sways, distressed. Distracted, it does not follow as the group proceeds down the street, instead skittering away into the dark of an alley.

The crowd of acromantulas is significantly thinner now, the majority slipping back into the dark, leaving behind nothing more than thick, loose webs of silk across the faces of buildings, dangling from streetlights and listing idly in the wind. Those few that remain hiss in the face of fire, backing away toward darkness or else retreating altogether.

The group around the lone man clack their mandibles in anger, legs lashing at the ground near his feet, but his spell seems to change their minds. The arachnid hit repeatedly with the hardening charm squeals in a horrific, high-pitched wail, flailing its limbs in distress as an incantation not meant for use on living creatures creeps across the length of its limbs and abdomen. Patches of its legs turn to stone, and as it beats the ground in its attempt to shake off the offensive weight of its own transfigured body, one of its legs shatters into rubble. Like a gargoyle half animated, it sinks back against the ground, hind legs dropping first before it collapses entirely. In the aftermath of its death, the street is left eerily calm.

The bodies of three acromantulas lay silent in the dirt, one still twitching its legs in memory of life. In the distance, the sound of a river of clicking mandibles can be heard, but it fades rapidly, and gradually, the night returns to its former, peaceful hum. Silk is all that remains, waving white like a flag of surrender, yet far more insidious in its intention.

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"I'm fine, I'm fine," Puck insisted, even as her voice cracked from the strain of trying to keep up. She wanted to refuse his help - he'd already saved her, after all, and she was no damsel - but there was no denying that she was grateful for the extra support as he repositioned her. "It's just my ankle, twisted it when I fell." With him to lean against, it was much easier to keep up and they made good time moving away from the stampede of spiders. If it wasn't for the blast of sound alerting them to someone else's presence, they might even have made it away to some sort of shelter and she could probably have continued on her way to work with little-to-no further trouble.

Reid was right, though. They couldn't just leave anyone to the spiders. Grimacing slightly, she accepted his help, balancing carefully as he slid her boot off to address her injured ankle. It had never been particularly easy for her to accept help, especially unsolicited help, and he'd already done more than enough for her. But healing was for the best, they'd get an awful lot more done if she could walk a bit more sufficiently. Once her boot was back on, she took a second to test her weight; it was a bit easier to stand, but she still would benefit from support. Tight-lipped with annoyance, she leaned into Reid's offered arm and hobbled along with him toward the other individual being accosted by spiders.

The man, a professor from the school Puck thought as they drew closer, instructed them to get to safey and spare themselves. That seemed like a decent idea to her, but she wasn't going to leave Reid behind. Besides, she realized, the crowd of spiders was thinning under threat of flames. The immediate threat seemed to subside all at once with a bone-chilling screech as the final monster struggled under the professor's magic and finally succumbed to its death. She pulled away from Reid, careful not ot put too much weight down on her injured foot as she surveyed the aftermath left in the street.

"What...what drew them out of the forest?" She might not have been an expert, but she knew enough to know that the beasts of the forest rarely ventured out of the forest without cause. Of course, there had been reports for months now about strange migration patterns and this was likely related. Still, though, the idea that there was something in the forest intimidating enough to cause an entire herd of acromantulas to venture into town was disconcerting. The street was littered with the corpses of the three dead spiders and covered with a sticky sheen of silk webbing. Puck tapped her wand against her thigh, contemplating whether to help with clean up. She needed to get to work, but it seemed improper to leave things such a mess.

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He was getting the hang of this, thought Reid, sweeping his wand from side to side in a wide arc as each jet of flame issued from its tip, brandishing it like a flaming torch to clear the way to the lone man. To his relief, it seemed to be working. The spiders, evidently having had enough of Reid’s pyrotechnics, began to dissipate into the darkness, vanishing down side-alleys and into the night. Reid’s first instinct was to follow them; he wanted to make sure that they left Hogsmeade, that nobody else would get injured or die tonight, but there were just too many to pursue all at once and besides, he didn’t want to leave an injured Puck alone with a stranger.

He winced at the shriek from the spider that writhed in front of the other man, limbs hardening to rock and shattering on the cobbles before it finally succumbed to its fate. In the eerie silence that was left, he turned full-circle, muttering ”Lumos maxima!” in order to light the corners of the street and make sure that nothing was lurking in the shadows before he let his guard down. Once satisfied, he Nox’d the bright light at the tip of his wand and slid it back into his waistband against his hip. Puck had drawn away from him and seemed to be standing steadily by herself despite her ankle, so he took steps towards the other man, the one who had instructed them to run. ”Great spell,” he called, gesturing to the hulking body of the half-stone spider, a grotesque sight. ”I think you scared them off with that.” He held a hand out for the other man to shake, in greeting and in thanks. ”Reid Maestro. What brings you to Hogsmeade? I haven’t seen you around.”

Puck spoke behind him and he glanced over his shoulder to see her tapping her wand against her leg, clearly eyeing the dead spiders and wondering what on earth they were going to do with them. Reid was wondering similar. ”I have no idea,” he replied, approaching the still-twitching arachnid and lifting the hem of his shirt to place a wary hand on his wand again before kicking one great, hairy leg. It got him no reaction, and so he finally relaxed. ”They’re gone now, though.” His glance slid along the great webs of silk strung from building to building, and he strode over to reach up to the nearest strand, testing its strength before attempting to pull it down. It didn’t budge, and he let out a frustrated sigh, inspecting his now-sticky hand before pulling his wand out again and casting a quick Scourgify to clean it. ”We can’t leave the town like this. D’you think we could Banish the bodies back to the Forest?”

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Isaac's attention was split between the spiders surrounding him and what was going on with the other two. He knew he should focus solely on himself in case things took a turn for the worst, but the incredibly Hufflepuff part of him that had to do what was right, which meant making sure the two strangers were doing alright as well. They seemed to be handling themselves fairly enough, and he wasn't doing too bad himself.

Normally the Muggle Studies Professor wouldn't dream of harming another creature, but he couldn't be too concerned with the feelings of acromantula when human lives were at stake. So while he regretted the horrible screech the one he hit let out, he couldn't help but be glad that it got the others to back away. In fact, as Isaac glanced around, he noticed that all of the other giant spiders had dispersed, leaving him with the two Hogsmeade residents.

He let out a sigh of relief, loosening his posture a bit, as the man complimented his spell work. He nodded his thanks before reaching out to shake his hand and then offering it to the young woman. "Isaac. Doyle. I'm a professor up at the school and was watching the path to ensure none of our students thought a nighttime excursion was in order." And to make sure none of the Hogsmeade residents somehow made it past Ash's wards, but he didn't want to cause a divide between the school and the town. "I heard the scream before everything," he stated, flapping his arm around everywhere to indicate what he meant. "Please tell me that was one of you?" he added as an afterthought. Otherwise, the owner of the earlier screech might still be in danger. Or worse.

Bright blue eyes glanced over to the woman at her comment. "We've been having a fair amount of trouble with creatures at the school wandering on the grounds, but nothing like this," he answered with a shrug. It was odd, and worrying. If the acromantula did this, who was to say that the centaurs wouldn't start attacking students who strayed too close to the forest, even if the children stayed within the bounds of the school? Or perhaps the other creatures in the forest would stage some sort of attack? Or maybe whatever was up with the house elves would become more malevolent.

His gaze flickered back to Reid at the movement, licking his lips at the question. "We could try, I suppose, but I don't know if they could get through the wards around the grounds, like how we can't apparate there. And I fear I am unaware as to how far they go." He glanced around, thinking. "Maybe we could get them to the outskirts of town and burn them?"

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