[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6699FF]Apollo Harrington[/color][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=6699FF]Location:[/color][/b] Cabin 3
[b][color=6699FF]Magic:[/color][/b][/center][hr] Legillimency, Charms

Apollo merely shrugged at his brother when he mentally berated him. How was he supposed to know that he was trying to change subjects and help Georgina move past the thought of her father's death? Ok...maybe it should've been a little bit obvious but still. A handsome man entered their compartment, spraying some odd mist in the air before hurriedly running back out at the sounds of slinging spells. It didn't take long for Georgina to follow him into the hallway, looking on towards the commotion as Mary concealed her with the disillusionment charm. Apollo followed out after Artemis had done his Prefect duties and told everyone to stay inside their compartments. Good, it wouldn't do for the class to see a prefects sibling jumping into thr fray. He noted the protective charm in front of them, having that being taken care of Apollo decided to use his gift to attempt to aid the Aurors. If he could get inside the Death Eaters head then perhaps he can distract, pry, or maybe even call out his spells before he can cast them.

Apollo peered into his mind, feeling resistance almost immediately until a wave of psyche flooded him. His eyes grew wide as his mind became violated with dark thoughts no one else could see. His body stood still as he looked down and was no longer in his suspenders and button up, now dressed in white gowns with ropes tying him to a stone slab keeping him still. He looked around the room and saw the rest of his friends in the same situation, each one clad in white and bound to stone. They were surrounded by Death Eaters, rhythmically chanting what he could only assume was some form of Dark Arts. His attention was once again snatched by the glint of light radiating off of a fang like blade. A dagger who's hilt have the word CHIMERA engraved in it. Apollo tried to keep a stiff upper lip, never letting them see his fear or sadness as he watches the dagger head straight for his heart.

Before its final plunge he woke up from this vision and immediately proceeded to feel his chest and body for blood and wounds. His hands raced to his face as he slowly backed away, running into the compartment door and slowly sliding along it until he fell into the chamber. Apollo began to mutter nonsense as he slid further and further back into the compartment, hitting the far wall, and sitting on the floor. He pulled his wand out and in a panicky state began to cast the disillusionment charm. It wasn't perfect, and patches were shown, but it would hopefully keep the Death Eaters away.