I've been through bloody hell. And now I'm meant to fly to the rescue?
I tell you, last night was horrendous. They pelted us with hexed chestnuts: an absolute rain of terror. First it was itching hexes, then swarms of bugs--probably illusionary, but that's hardly material when it's dead of night and you can't sleep for things crawling on you.
And then it was bloody terrifying noises, including the sound and smell of a forest fire rushing up on our encampment--and if that was an illusion, it convinced a huge herd of roe deer, which came burst in on us, trampled our tent and would have killed all of us if they hadn't suddenly veered off up the bank. I'm not exaggerating when I say the whole night was wave after wave of utter terror. And by morning, the whole place was marshy and completely overgrown with stinging nettles.
And after that night, Weasley says our strategy is to Apparate out behind the line of Aurors that had us hemmed in, attack them with disorientation hexes, and then scatter so they'll chase us. Chase us.
Well. Naturally, I splinched. But I expect all things considered, I'd rather have spent this morning in that holding pen than out playing dodge the hexes in the woods.
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Date: 2013-08-24 06:52 pm (UTC)I tell you, last night was horrendous. They pelted us with hexed chestnuts: an absolute rain of terror. First it was itching hexes, then swarms of bugs--probably illusionary, but that's hardly material when it's dead of night and you can't sleep for things crawling on you.
And then it was bloody terrifying noises, including the sound and smell of a forest fire rushing up on our encampment--and if that was an illusion, it convinced a huge herd of roe deer, which came burst in on us, trampled our tent and would have killed all of us if they hadn't suddenly veered off up the bank. I'm not exaggerating when I say the whole night was wave after wave of utter terror. And by morning, the whole place was marshy and completely overgrown with stinging nettles.
And after that night, Weasley says our strategy is to Apparate out behind the line of Aurors that had us hemmed in, attack them with disorientation hexes, and then scatter so they'll chase us. Chase us.
Well. Naturally, I splinched. But I expect all things considered, I'd rather have spent this morning in that holding pen than out playing dodge the hexes in the woods.
Is Marvolo serious you're bogged down in mud?
Ugh.