Howard yells again as Eponine rends the shirt from his back, as broken glass digs into his arm when he breaks open the window. He gets a hand up on the sill, feeling glass stab through his palm, but he can't pull himself up and out with Eponine hanging onto him.

"Get off, get off, please!" Somewhere he realizes how silly it is to politely ask for anything in a situation like this. Eponine is erratic, rabid, tearing at him with claws and teeth and gazing at him with yellow eyes that glow in start contrast to the red on her face, the flush and the blood. He doesn't want to hurt her. He doesn't know if he can. He can only keep trying to shove her away, no longer thinking of saving her from Draco, only of getting away.

He slips back down from the window, back against the wall, leaving himself to Eponine's mercy.

"Someone help me!" he cries.