Whether it was required or not, Lachlan had foregone bundling up for this task. Strange perhaps to American onlookers as the weather was unforgiving in Scotland, but he was going to assume he'd need complete mobility. In place of a coat, several warming charms had been layered across his skin. Outside of the treeline, the crisp October breeze was manageable, but as he'd proceeded further into the forest...with the light properly obscured overhead, gooseflesh had taken hold of his arms and neck. The warming charms had been a preemptive strike on behalf of Lach's Southern nature. Common sense told him that without the sun, the conditions within the forest would be harsh. Pitch-black, nearly hypothermic.
As fog lay heavy on the ground, he found himself coming to a stop between some especially grotesque trees. It hadn't occurred to him to contemplate an exit strategy. If he were to set off a spell to alert someone, would it break through the thick foliage above? Were Professors present in the trees with them? To ensure safety? Not that he was concerned for himself. Ladies were entered into this competition. Ladies he happened to be quite fond of...
And his glasses? Those had been adhered to his face. There would be no complications of him needing to fumble around on the forest floor today. If this had the potential of turning into a life of death situation, Lachlan would not go down like that.
Withdrawing his wand, there was a nonverbal Lumos spell before his wand-tip flared to life. The light would attract enough attention without his voice, but there was no way to proceed further with no beacon. Was something supposed to jump out at him at any moment? Classic horror tactics 101. The scene was set...but Lachlan was ready.
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.................................................. ..................Paradise comes at a price that I am not prepared to pay.
.................................................. ..........................................What were we built for? Will someone tell me, please? |