[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/3b3a4fa256f601dbc5c71afe7f2df6b2/tumblr_pxfv98axvB1xz5j4oo4_540.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] On the Road
[color=Purple][b]Skills: [/b][/color]General Idiocy[/center][hr][hr]

Waverley, still tense from the shots the police had been firing at her and her team, was startled by the scraggly man’s outburst. She flinched away from him, ducking behind the seats out of pure instinct. Her look of horror that had been constant since they began this chase with the authorities changed slightly, getting a smaller amount of confusion added to the mix as well. She looked at the man, eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what to say. She reached out a hand, placing it on his shoulder in an attempt to possibly comfort him. Another person freaking out wasn’t going to help anyone. 

[color=Purple]“Uh, are you, like, doing okay?”[/color] She asked, still in a general state of panic, which didn’t exactly improve her sympathizing skills. Though her manic state quickly led her away from Casper when she caught wind of Colossus’ comment. She turned around to look behind them, her hand slipping off Casper’s shoulder and onto the back of her seat. Colossus was right: it didn’t seem like the police had any intentions of backing off. Waverley, perhaps in effort to sooth her hyperactive emotions slightly, suggested to herself that maybe the police were simply following them because they were speeding. And perhaps it would have fulfilled its purpose if the thought had not been immediately followed by another shower of bullets, which caused Waverley to shriek and duck once again under cover. Unless there was a new law in place that Waverley had not heard of, police would definitely not open fire on someone for speeding. 

Fantastic. The one thing she knew she and she alone could do didn’t appear to be working in the slightest. The familiar feeling of uselessness began to seep back into her mind, accompanied by inner words of self-hatred. God, how she hated being so utterly, completely useless. She rose back up when the gunfire momentarily stopped, her eyes turning back to the scraggily man who shook with even more fear than she felt within herself. And from what she could gather, it didn’t seem to be because of the cops. She turned to face Sapphire, in the driver’s seat. 

[color=Purple]“Hey, Sapphire, this guy-“[/color] she began, pointing a thumb at Casper, before she stopped herself seeing the position Sapphire was in: window rolled down, one glowing hand hanging out. A series of images flashed in Waverley’s head, where police cars spun into deadly collisions with one another, where ice covered the vehicles, trapping the occupants inside to freeze to death, and even one including a massive nail made of ice crushing the cruisers. With wide eyes, Waverley reached an arm out towards Sapphire, yelling out, [color=Purple]“Wait, don’t-“[/color] but it was too late. Waverley watched with horror as the van left an icy road behind them. Her eyes followed the icy road back to where the police had been, to see the damage of the attack, but all she could see was a snowy white blizzard, covering their trail. Waverley could only hope that all the officers were alright. 

With that thought, and the sound of a scream, her eyes suddenly shifted downward, landing on Colossus’ sister. Waverley’s eyes widened with shock as she saw the light that seemed to emerge from her chest. Waverley didn’t know anything about a lot of things, magic being one of them. She knew it, to some degree, existed, and that this girl, who had seemingly pulled the Sword of Godrick Gryffindor out of thin air, seemed to be, in some way, magical. And when something glowing starts to come out of an unconscious magical somebody, it, most likely, should be put back in. Waverley wasn’t sure what it could possibly be; whether it was her soul, her life essence, her magic power, or even her fancy glowing chest excrement. All she knew was that she couldn’t just sit there watching a girl suffer and possibly even lose part of herself. In a moment of panicked, half-assed logic mixed with the horrible feeling of uselessness that overtook her, Waverley unbuckled her seatbelt, reached her upper body over her seat, and pressed her hands down on Magik’s glowing light.