After much deliberation, Emmanuelle chose to take the right path. She had been walking down the path for awhile, not running into anything, which had lulled her into a false sense of security when suddenly........

WHAM!

She found herself face to, well grass with the ground again, this time blown there by a rather strong wind. One that had brought with it some really ominous sounding music. Something about building a house to fall down and never being the same. Totally creepy. She decided rather quickly that she HAD to get out of there. But how do you stop a magical wind? Would a simple finite do the trick? And even if it did, how would she be able to hold her wand up in the wind without it flying away? Not to mention that the fall had knocked the wind (no pun intended) right out of her. So that rendered that idea completely useless. Which meant that there was no other options but to either get up and try to walk or pull herself along the ground and hope the wind stopped soon. And in this wind, there was absolutely no way she'd be able to stand. She set to pulling herself over the ground, occasionally stopping to pull her hair out of her eyes. Merlin, this was so not her idea of a good time!