[A blossoming beam of light enters Dixon's view, occasionally gleaming over fallen stones, broken walls, and through still-standing archways as it makes its way towards the creatures he's fighting at the moment, before it expands, reaching past an outward-lying Dementor that soon retreats beyond the light's reach.
This would probably rest a lot easier on Dixon's mind if the light wasn't so obviously emanating from a kid at the center of the bright glow, doing his best to concentrate- presumably on the light- as he slowly approaches.]
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This would probably rest a lot easier on Dixon's mind if the light wasn't so obviously emanating from a kid at the center of the bright glow, doing his best to concentrate- presumably on the light- as he slowly approaches.]
Hey! Mister! You okay?