Originally Posted by Erik Vinteren

Erik wasn't particularly inclined to allow her to stay, but he wasn't also particularly inclined to force her to leave either. He weighed her sincere request for a moment. If the Hufflepuff wanted to put herself into danger by remaining in the vicinity of dark, dangerous creatures...so be it. It was a fool's mission to stay, but he nodded to her request anyway.

"I believe chocolate is vhe common cure for dementors, Ms. Wheatborn, not ice cream?" Erik gave the girl a curious look, secretly amused as he was though that she was craving the ice cream.



Erik turned back to focusing on the dementors when he suddenly felt a presence beside him and a small voice pressing something into his hand. Chocolate? That was...unexpectedly kind of her.

"Vhank you," he replied to the girl, still a little surprised. "I'll see vhat she gets vhis."



She lives! "Yes, it is," Erik replied in the affirmative, glancing down at the Arithmancy professor and blinking. Why did everyone find that strange? But at least she seemed to be coming to. "Here," he said, offering her the hand that held the chocolate. She could stand, yes? Because she too should probably be going back to the castle...the dementors didn't seem to truly be gone.



"You're velcome," Erik replied almost routinely, and with a small shrug. He turned away from the girls arguing. The Ravenclaw Prefect wasn't impressing him with her tone though...shouldn't she be heading back to the castle as well?



"It's not nonsense, Healer Tillstorm," Erik replied coolly. "Do you not see vhe patronuses?" And the fog? And the icy grass? He didn't just go around casting magic unnecessarily, woman.

Now that the Healer was here, though, he figured he could step to the side. So he did, his wand still out as his blue eyes scanned the perimeter. He couldn't help but overhear the Healer's reprimanding of the prefect...and despite the dreary atmosphere here, his lips began to twitch into a smirk. Yes, the Ravenclaw girl deserved that.



He almost jumped when Ivy seemed to wake up and start shouting at everyone. Was she all right then? Where had she been mentally the whole time the dementors were going down? Erik turned toward her and gave her a head-to-toe look. She still looked pretty shaken...and this concerned him. He took a few steps her way but halted as he remembered the dementors.

Right. "Expecto Patronum," Erik murmured lazily, flicking his wand toward the few still circling outside their little clearing.



Heh, he appreciated that, he did. But Erik tried not to seem too pleased with himself so he gave Alexa a cool nod and a wink instead. "Go back to vhe castle now, Ms. Cambridge." And take your little friends with you.

Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

Josephina was slowly gaining her strength and energy back, but still not quite up to standing up. Besides, she really wished she knew where her wand rolled to ... but it was dark. Squint. Someone was addressing her. Squint, squint.

Oh. It was just the healer. Offering her a vial of .... poison? No, why would the healer be poisoning a colleague? She wouldn't be. Taking the vial, she nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Cecelia." Even though she had no idea what it was, she uncapped it and swallowed it in one gulp. Surely it had to make her feel better than the after effects of almost being soul-sucked.





And then she turned her attention at students still around. Namely one of her Hufflepuffs, along with the Ravenclaw Prefect, who said about personally escorting her back to the castle once she knew she was alright.

Eyes on the older students for a moment, as she tried to find the right words. "Minerva. Ethan." She called to them, quietly. "I'll be alright, but just ... please... take care. And head back to your common rooms." She just needed her wand and then she would follow suit back to the castle.




Kneeling now, she ran her fingers over the ground, squinting into the darkness, as her fingers finally found a thin piece of wood. Splitting. Or split. She couldn't really tell in the dark. But either way, she did hear Erik confirm that he was the one who saved the day night and her from the awful dementors. Standing up, she brushed herself off as she shoved the splintered wood into its holster, of which she'd investigate later back in her office. "Thank you," She murmured, accepting the chocolate, and took a nibble.

Between the chocolate and the potion vial, she was already feeling better. Strong enough to amble back to the castle.