Enemy fire grew closer. Emmerson swallowed, drenched and shirtless. He stopped moving completely, back against a pillar as he awaited the enemy's next move. A series of giggles rang out across the grounds as they approached. Mermy jumped from his hiding spot, tossing his blue orange and pink water balloons at the first year girls' feet. The girls, who were much better equipt with ammo began to pummel him. Emmerson cried out and made a run for it, sprinting towards the Quidditch Pitch.
He needed to find a safe zone. He needed to find anywhere where he could lose the first year girls that he'd harmlessly suggested a water balloon fight to, and that had decided that trying to kill him with plastic filled with water would be fun. Of course Emmerson was more worried that perhaps they were more keen on gang raping him.. in any case, he wasn't sure he wanted to be around to find out the result of their plans.
Dashing onto the Pitch, Emmerson looked around frantically, then came upon the familliar sight of his sister. "EMILIE!" He cried with both joy, relief, and terror. Emmerson ran, full speed ahead towards his triplet and dove behind her, cowering there. "Em. They've got balloons.. first years.. I.. and my shirt. MY SHIRT! Fuck, they've got my shirt." He panted, out of breath and in mock fear.