[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Orange]Fae Mintfree[/color][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/gfTsImGj2fDZGDFl50/source.gif[/img][hr]
[color=orange][b]Location:[/b][/color] Compartment 15
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	Fae's lips curled up into an bestial snarl in response to Paige's seething reproach of her attempt to help the child. With Paige's words coming out in sort of a hiss, and Fae all but growling, it felt like a showdown between a viper and a lion. Fae took a small step towards Paige, dramatically letting her chin drop, as if to make completely clear that she had to look down in order to look at the girl. Fae knew that being taller didn't necessarily make someone tougher, but it certainly didn't hurt. When it came to face offs, having a few extra inches could mean the difference between the opposition punching and the opposition backing off. [color=orange]"Stop being such an arsewad, gingersnap! I'm just tryin' to figure out how we can help. There's always something we can do. We just need to figure out what,"[/color] she exclaimed, her eyes glancing over at the pair of girls hugging in the corner. 

	She glanced over to Barnaby when he began to speak, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when he suddenly cut himself off. She opened her mouth to question the odd behavior, before picking up on the noises that had caused him to go quiet: the sound of spells being fired off. There was a fight going on, and it wasn't hard to guess who it was between. The Aurors must've found who they were looking for. Fae took a step back, away from Paige, eyeing the door cautiously. As Paige whipped out her wand, Fae instinctively raised her hand to do the same thing, but paused before her hand could reach inside her jacket. She hated using magic. The nonsense words always tumbled out of her mouth in the wrong order, and she could never remember what movements went with what spells. There was no way that she'd be able help against a fully trained Death Eater. At least, not with magic. 

	She dropped her arm, frantically looking around the compartment for something, anything she could use to fight the dark forces that could bust through the sliding doors at any time. Her eyes first landed on Beatrice, arms wrapped tightly around Chiara. For a second, just a second, Fae contemplated swiping the girl off the ground, holding the girl above her head, prepared to use her as a projectile at a moments notice. But she quickly dismissed the idea. Other than it being completely immoral, there was also the problem of trying to pry the girl off of her friend, which would itself be a difficult task. Plus, she didn't think it'd score her any points with Penny. So she moved her gaze slowly away from the pair of girls, until she caught sight of the deck of cards sitting untouched on one of the seats. She raised an eyebrow as an idea came to her. 

	In a single stride, she reached it, picking it up and weighing it in her hand, before splitting the deck into two smaller piles. She held one of the piles out to Beatrice. 

	[color=orange]"Here. On the off chance something happens, and someone does come at you or your friend, flick one of these at 'em,"[/color] she offered, her lips curved into what she intended to be a comforting smile, though it seemed to come off as more mischievous than anything.