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Kennedy briefly caught Sierra's eyes and mouthed, you're doing fine, and continued with the script. "As the Slytherin girl kept a steady pace down the very familiar path she didn't notice a dark shadow that loomed several feet away from her." Kennedy then tugged at one of the strings he had attached to himself to control their fake-dementor, causing the hooded figure to loom next to their cardboard Hogsmeade. "Out of nowhere, Sierra felt the temperature drop, dramatically, causing her to shiver. And the sudden feeling of sadness took over." Cue shivering and being sad. "She sped up her pace when..."
He looked up at the audience from his place, his eyebrows rising up into his forehead. "A dark, hooded figure zoomed from out of nowhere!" He sent another nod at Sierra. Time to be afraid. "Standing in front of Sierra a ten foot tall Dementor hovered above the ground. It's grotesque, gray fingers visible from under it's sleeves," he said, lowly and slowly to inflict effect. BOooOO!
Kennedy then used the strings attached to him to control their dementor like a puppet, along with the hovering charm. He pulled on a specific string, making the dementor to loom in front of Sierra.
Kennedy paused, waiting for Sierra to react to the "dementor".
Sierra was still looking at Kennedy out of the corner of her eyes when he mouthed a few words to her. At that, she reminded herself to breath and closed her eyes and she inhaled and exhaled.
Breathe, Sierra. This'll all be over soon. She nodded then jumped immediately back into character.
Sierra immediately took in the sight of the darkened skies, and she wrapped her arms across her chest as if a winter chill had suddenly set in. She was still trying to figure out what was going on. It was nearly summer break, and five seconds ago, it'd be a warm, sunny day.
Darkened skies...chilly air... She'd just been so happy, too. She was going home to spend some much anticipated time with her mom and dad, but now...she just felt like her whole day had been ruined. She couldn't help but think about everything that got wrong for her. To show this, she turned toward the audience and gave her best saddened expression. Maybe she just needed to get home. Then she could curl up in her warm bed and get rid of this chill. Realizing this, she quickened her pace, eyeing her home street in the distance.
...and then she took notice of those boney fingers and that hooded cloak. Sierra grew wide-eyed and stumbled backward, nearly tripping over in the process.
"I...I..." She wasn't sure what she was trying to say. Words became lost in her as she began to stumble around, really feeling the effects of the dementor.