Not much to see in this place, was there?

Trees, rocks, twigs, the occasional shadow dweller moving out of the way just as he walked by. It made him wonder why anyone would need to be told this place was off limits in the first place. It was not as if there was anything in here worth seeing. No matter how far he walked, it was just screams and the smell of damp soil that stained the inside of his nostrils. Without a doubt he would still be smelling this a week from now. It almost reminded him of the farm but with less sun.

Everything here was under less sun.

And while he was on the subject, correct him if he was wrong but...wasn't that...one of those dark, dementor things?

Aiden stopped a few feet shy of the creature and the whimpering little boy. His first impulse was to run over, grab him and ensure he was alright but common sense told him this was not the best option. Competition or not, there was only one way to deal with a dementor.

The chill of the forest and the ever dropping temperature suddenly made sense.

Seeing as he did not know how to fit a soul back into a body after it was sucked, he was left with very little options. Wand drawn, the boy planted his feet more firmly into the ground and tried to think of his happiest memory; running wild through the cornfields with his siblings, not a care in the world. Barefoot, tumbling, covered in mud. "Expecto Patronum!"

A burst of silvery blue light burst forth from his wand. He had not managed to conjure a corporeal patronus as it was still a difficult thing to do, but the bright silvery blue light shot forward. Hopefully it would be enough because he was not about to throw himself in front of that kid. No thank you.