 Post #3 urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
You know what? He couldn't wait to get out of here. Why did he think it'd be epic in the first place? This wasn't epic, it was practically freaking torture or whatever. He didn't care that it was giving them some life lessons and whatnot, he didn't want to look and smell like THIS. He had a reputation to maintain, after all.
Shivering, Grayson trudged along the path, stumbling across stray roots every now and then because he didn't see them coming. He was getting to a point where he just wasn't bothered in the slightest. More curses flew out of his mouth like birds finally bring released from a cage. He was known to swear a lot but even this was a lot for hi--
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NO NO NO.
The seventh year stood stock still, STARING at the sight in front of him. You know how he said that this couldn't get worse? Well it did. And boy did it make him shocked and scared and Merlin knows what else. It was probably why he was still standing there and staring at the sight in front of him instead of turning around and running as fast as he could.
Why? BECAUSE THERE WAS A FREAKING DEMENTOR CHILLING THERE.
HOLY FREAKING MERLIN.
Grayson did something that was uncharacteristic of him and screamed. Or let out a strangled cry because it sounded a lot manlier.
It took a while for him to realise that he had a WAND that he could use. He'd also forgotten entirely about the warning that Dakest had given them about the Dementor being fake. To him, the Dementor was real and swooping closer and closer towards him and HE WAS FREAKING OUT, MKAY?
When he DID get out his wand -- finally -- Grayson concentrated hard on the memory he'd used back at the practice part. The one that Dakest said to concentrate and expand on because it was had helped him produce a big whisp. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Please take a form, please take a form.........
Eh.
The whisp had gotten bigger. MUCH bigger and brighter, almost blindingly white. He could kind of make out some sort of shape that was clearer than his previous attempts but it was still too hazy and hadn't taken the form of a proper shape so he couldn't tell what it was. Shame.
And the Dementor? GONE!
That was how it was done, yo!
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