The full-fledged patronus had taken everything Lachlan had, but as the magic continued to surge through his body, he could only stare in disbelief. Eyes glassy, transfixed and dumbfounded, the dementor raged against his wispy three-headed snake. There was an encompassing warmth rooting itself into his bloodstream, but after having spent - How long had it been since he'd entered the forest, again? It'd felt like hours - in this dark, damp place, it only served in causing his stomach to violently lurch. The nausea was still present. Terrified that his patronus might vanish prematurely, Lach forcibly bit back against the urge, splitting his bottom lip open in the process. It went unnoticed.
After the dementor vanished back into the looming darkness, he slowly sank to his knees, both hands flying out to brace himself against eating the ground. Everything hurt. His heart, his mind, his body...but before Lachlan could pull himself together, he was hurling up every bit of food he'd eaten for breakfast that morning, and then some. It was plain to see that the American boy wasn't used to these types of conditions. Life at Ilvermorny wasn't a crash course in Survival 101, like he'd heard it was here at Hogwarts. His school wasn't perfect, but he'd never felt unsafe. Or threatened. Right now? The threat was more than real. It was a dementor lurking just beyond his line of vision, it was that little girl he wasn't sure he trusted since he'd played enough video games to know it could be a farce, it was the plain and simple fact that he was too far from home....
There was a small sound at his back, causing Lachlan to...again, fall on his backside...from whipping his head around too quickly. Groaning at the renewed throbbing sensation, he glanced up just in time to see that..............the little girl...was...running. Why...was she running? Alarmed at her sudden rambling about white dragons...only to realize that she'd meant his patronus, he fought the strong desire to Incarcerous her. Knee jerk responses had not worked out well for him, and the small child was traumatized enough. As was he, in truth. So, getting to his feet none too gracefully, Lach began to slowly give chase.
Really?
"Stop. Running." He called after her, closing the gap between them since his legs were much longer. And due to his patronus disappearing, Lachlan tried to conjure enough strength of mind to recall his Lumos spell, but was eventually forced to use it normally. He'd been correct in thinking that his use of nonverbals was spent for this task. "It's dangerous." And the talking was going to draw more dangerous ...things to their location. He had to try and reason with her. Maneuvering the wand light around, for her benefit, as well as his own, he tried again. "Please."
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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? |