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**Jesus Rodriguez** · 05-25-2017, 04:29 AM

Jesús released the breath that he'd been desperately holding onto. He was in shock, to say the least, and would've dropped his wand had he not been clutching it so tightly. Blinking quickly, Jesús scanned the area to make sure that the creature had really gone away (his anxiety was slowly trying to settle back in to make him believe otherwise) before making his way over to the man. He briefly wondered about whether or not something else was going to charge into the forest, but quickly shoved the thought away. Whether he liked it or not (and he didn't,) Jesús had more pressing matters to attend to. Not knowing if the man was no-maj or just a dopey wizard who'd gotten caught up somehow in the dark forest, Jesús tucked his wand away; no need to frighten the man any more than he already was. As he moved closer towards, Jesús hoped (really, really hoped) that the man was still alive.

If he wasn't...then Jesús was in an even bigger predicament than he thought.

He'd never imagined that the competition would start out in a dark, twisted forest with a dementor prowling around (and the possibility of other creatures lurking as well.) It was the worst kind of joke that anyone could think of; no sane person would have put the students through this. And yet, here he was, stranded in the forest, directionless, with another person who refused to move. Right. This was, of course, another strike against Hawk-eyes Hawthorne; the sixth year knew, had felt it deep down, that this running list would be incredibly long by the end of the competition. Jesús had never felt comfortable at school (this included all the no-maj schools he attended, and Ilvermorny as well,) but he never once thought that there could be anything that would deter him from graduating. Not a single thing, that is, until the competition and first challenge started. Now, he was 88% certain that his graduation would not actually happen, and that he was probably better off doing something completely unrelated.

And while all of those things might be true, he still had a job to do (something akin to an ethical and moral obligation to help the man out) before he could move on.

Crouching next to the man, Jesús waved a hand in front of his eyes to see if he was still awake or if he'd passed out in shock and forgot to close his eyes. What was the right course of action after having your life on the line for so long? He didn't actually know how to help someone after they'd encountered a dementor because (and he mentally reviewed the facts over and over again,) he'd not been educated on the matter (simply because the likelihood anyone coming into contact with a dementor was slim to none, unless they intentionally sought the dark creatures out.) After weighing his options (he wished he could've brought with him something sweet and filling, like a piece of chocolate, to help at bring some life back into the man,) the sixth year opted to splash a little water in his face, and then would proceed with another charm to pick his mood up.

As Jesús stood up, he quickly pulled out his wand and took several steps to the side. If his earlier assumptions were true (which, he firmly believed they were,) then it would be in both of their interests that he hid his wand as best as he could. He wondered if the distance he'd given the man (he backed up a little and off to the side so, at the very least, he could be out of his line of vision) was far enough away that he didn't come off as suspicious, but close enough that he could conjure some water carefully. "Aqua Eructo," Jesús said as quietly as he could. He maneuvered a small, steady stream of water over to the man and splashed his face a little. He would have stopped there but he was in a moral dilemma over whether or not it was actually his place to help him out. But, since he had already decided he would, he couldn't really back out. Moving closer again, he figured the only other charm that would help shake the man out of his mental and physical distress, was the Cheering Charm.

Determined to see this entire ordeal through, Jesús motioned his wand in the direction of the man and quietly said the incantation. He was fairly optimistic (it wasn't a complicated charm,) but he had no idea how long the dementor had been attacking the man. And if that didn't work, he would have to think up a different sort of plan, and would most likely attempt to just move the man somehow.

05-25-2017, 04:29 AM	#10 (permalink)
Jesus Rodriguez Thunderbird Puffskein Join Date: May 2017 Posts: 1,079 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jesús Rodríguez Sixth Year	Jesús released the breath that he'd been desperately holding onto. He was in shock, to say the least, and would've dropped his wand had he not been clutching it so tightly. Blinking quickly, Jesús scanned the area to make sure that the creature had really gone away (his anxiety was slowly trying to settle back in to make him believe otherwise) before making his way over to the man. He briefly wondered about whether or not something else was going to charge into the forest, but quickly shoved the thought away. Whether he liked it or not (and he didn't,) Jesús had more pressing matters to attend to. Not knowing if the man was no-maj or just a dopey wizard who'd gotten caught up somehow in the dark forest, Jesús tucked his wand away; no need to frighten the man any more than he already was. As he moved closer towards, Jesús hoped (really, really hoped) that the man was still alive. If he wasn't...then Jesús was in an even bigger predicament than he thought. He'd never imagined that the competition would start out in a dark, twisted forest with a dementor prowling around (and the possibility of other creatures lurking as well.) It was the worst kind of joke that anyone could think of; no sane person would have put the students through this. And yet, here he was, stranded in the forest, directionless, with another person who refused to move. Right. This was, of course, another strike against Hawk-eyes Hawthorne; the sixth year knew, had felt it deep down, that this running list would be incredibly long by the end of the competition. Jesús had never felt comfortable at school (this included all the no-maj schools he attended, and Ilvermorny as well,) but he never once thought that there could be anything that would deter him from graduating. Not a single thing, that is, until the competition and first challenge started. Now, he was 88% certain that his graduation would not actually happen, and that he was probably better off doing something completely unrelated. And while all of those things might be true, he still had a job to do (something akin to an ethical and moral obligation to help the man out) before he could move on. Crouching next to the man, Jesús waved a hand in front of his eyes to see if he was still awake or if he'd passed out in shock and forgot to close his eyes. What was the right course of action after having your life on the line for so long? He didn't actually know how to help someone after they'd encountered a dementor because (and he mentally reviewed the facts over and over again,) he'd not been educated on the matter (simply because the likelihood anyone coming into contact with a dementor was slim to none, unless they intentionally sought the dark creatures out.) After weighing his options (he wished he could've brought with him something sweet and filling, like a piece of chocolate, to help at bring some life back into the man,) the sixth year opted to splash a little water in his face, and then would proceed with another charm to pick his mood up. As Jesús stood up, he quickly pulled out his wand and took several steps to the side. If his earlier assumptions were true (which, he firmly believed they were,) then it would be in both of their interests that he hid his wand as best as he could. He wondered if the distance he'd given the man (he backed up a little and off to the side so, at the very least, he could be out of his line of vision) was far enough away that he didn't come off as suspicious, but close enough that he could conjure some water carefully. "Aqua Eructo," Jesús said as quietly as he could. He maneuvered a small, steady stream of water over to the man and splashed his face a little. He would have stopped there but he was in a moral dilemma over whether or not it was actually his place to help him out. But, since he had already decided he would, he couldn't really back out. Moving closer again, he figured the only other charm that would help shake the man out of his mental and physical distress, was the Cheering Charm. Determined to see this entire ordeal through, Jesús motioned his wand in the direction of the man and quietly said the incantation. He was fairly optimistic (it wasn't a complicated charm,) but he had no idea how long the dementor had been attacking the man. And if that didn't work, he would have to think up a different sort of plan, and would most likely attempt to just move the man somehow. __________________ Coming soon.