"
Thanks!," said Simon as he pulled his scarf closer to him in order to keep warm. The flying objects had stopped for now...
but they would be back soon. They always came back. He took a second to catch his breath and then he realized that it had gotten colder. He shivered. Brrr... The temperature was dropping by the minute. Soon enough, they'd be icicles. Or so he felt that way. He rubbed his hands together quickly to warm himself up. It helped a little but it wasn't going to keep him warm for long. He was about to turn around to start when all of a sudden the horse had other ideas. He glanced over to see how Zander was doing and saw that he wasn't paying attention.
Wait! Wait. Where were they going and was that a gigantic block of ice they were headed straight for!?
ERMEGAHD! ZANDER WASN'T STEERING ANYMORE- THEY WERE GOING TO DIE! Simon felt as if he was going to fall out of the carriage so he grabbed on the carriage even tighter before. Nope, he was not going to die. Today was not the day! He had so much living to do after all.
Silently panicking, Simon almost went to grab for the reigns but Zander had already got them and had fixed the Abraxon's direction.
Phew! That had been close. When his partner apologized, Simon played it off cooly and decided not to let his partner know that he had been internally panicking. Nope. He was all good. They were both good. "
No worries, mate. It happens! We'll just catch up to them!" he said meaning every word.
Then the flying objects started to come back at them. Simon narrowed his eyes.
Greaaat. Then he started using defensive spells as well as "
Reducto!" and "
Incendio!.