[His brows tense when the hand shoots up to grab his. It wasn't an order, it was out of Harry's own volition. If Petre was satisfied and smiling before, his features are now twisted into a frown, bemused and warily insulted that he'd be so bold - brash, even. Immediately he thinks about all the powers that require contact, and for a moment he hopes that Harry's is somehow related to fire, that he'll try to burn Petre's skin and only find that there's nothing he can do; fire and heat can't touch him anymore than a whisper. (Ice. Paralysis. Psychometry. Power mimicry. Energy drain--)
His turn to feel weak at the knees, to feel his body arching with sudden exhaustion and pain. He clenches his teeth, eyes aware and helpless when he reaches for Harry's shoulder to stop his fall. But even his arms are too weak and he drops to the side. The light is too bright. Silence too loud. Gravity too heavy.]
Stop it - [a groan. This has to be against the rules. Harry isn't afraid of breaking the rules. Just like him. (Just like him. He hates him already.)] Stop it.
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His turn to feel weak at the knees, to feel his body arching with sudden exhaustion and pain. He clenches his teeth, eyes aware and helpless when he reaches for Harry's shoulder to stop his fall. But even his arms are too weak and he drops to the side. The light is too bright. Silence too loud. Gravity too heavy.]
Stop it - [a groan. This has to be against the rules. Harry isn't afraid of breaking the rules. Just like him. (Just like him. He hates him already.)] Stop it.