Shacklebolt lurched forward, as if vainly trying to get his assistant’s attention. He let out a few choked noises as he stumbled towards the desk, his body needing the object for support. Meanwhile, Scorpius was now so worked up that his tiny face was a scarlet red; he was still crying, but the sound diminished significantly. The Blood Magic spell released no doubt for his protection was still affecting the Minister; he was struggling to talk and breathe.