Trudy plucks the glasses from El Qualls's head and he opens his eyes. He sees past Trudy, past Audrey. Through them. Wraps his arms around Pocket and rolls himself over as the horrible bloom lurches forward, petals spread and ready to bite.
"Glacius!" shouts one Percy Potkin, while another cries, "Expecto Patronum!" Both anguished by what they see. Which spell was the original? It's impossible to say now, but through the spray of ice, a little robin flutters forth, crashing into the beast, knocking it away.
Just enough time for El to heft Pocket toward Zelda and Wybie. She rolls, and stirs, seeming to come to. "You have to get Pocket out of here!" Not Tink. Pocket. This is a memory, but it isn't. That's the real El Qualls. "He's killing her."
Zelda, both young and old, moving similar but unsynched, lug Pocket away as El scrambles to his feet. The scene freezes again, but only halfway. That monstrous blossom is turning, hellbent on retrieving its prize.
MEMOR(IES): The Garden Looks Very Nice Today
"Glacius!" shouts one Percy Potkin, while another cries, "Expecto Patronum!" Both anguished by what they see. Which spell was the original? It's impossible to say now, but through the spray of ice, a little robin flutters forth, crashing into the beast, knocking it away.
Just enough time for El to heft Pocket toward Zelda and Wybie. She rolls, and stirs, seeming to come to. "You have to get Pocket out of here!" Not Tink. Pocket. This is a memory, but it isn't. That's the real El Qualls. "He's killing her."
Zelda, both young and old, moving similar but unsynched, lug Pocket away as El scrambles to his feet. The scene freezes again, but only halfway. That monstrous blossom is turning, hellbent on retrieving its prize.