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Angie · 07-23-2017, 12:51 AM

The disillusionment charm remained in place but there was something to be said about the quality of the birds' song. The supersensory charm was working as it should have but Levi was struggling to keep a hold of himself, the song becoming increasingly louder as he marched on through the thickness of the tall blades of grass. For a second he stopped, looking around--as though he'd forgotten where he was or who he was, entirely. Blinking, Levi's mind pushed through the molasses forming in his head, clinging on to the facts that lay before him.

He was in a forest, most likely in Africa.

Or a forest that looked like Africa. Not that he had ever been in Africa but erumpents weren't European.

There was a lot of singing going on.

And because he was in Africa, and because birds could sing--he could sing, too! though not well at all, and had no idea why his mind was even going there, to his complete lack of musical talent--Levi rubbed his hands down his face.

Then he brandished out his wand and said, shakily, "Finite." Immediately the song became a distant one, and the world began to make total sense again. He was, of course, now only carrying the regular senses that all able bodied human beings were equipped with, but. Insanity at the hands--or song, really--of a fwooper was best left avoided.

He yanked off his jacket and tied it around his waist. Sweat pooled underneath his long sleeved red shirt and the Gryffindor rolled those sleeves up to his elbows. Would it be completely inappropriate to altogether take it off, too? Not that anything could have easily spotted him, either, at least not by sight alone. However, that seemed utterly reckless, even if the heat was progressively worsening. He utilized aguamenti for drink and then pointed it the steady stream of water to the back of his neck and then front.

This was miles better than a tundra, but there was little fun in dehydration. By which he meant, of course, none at all. That a red door seemed to have materialized out of nowhere was cause for concern, too. Though he had drunk water, it was also true it was really hot and it wouldn't be totally unheard of if he began to see things that weren't there, as a result. It would also be totally concerning, too, if he was, but.

Levi tugged off one of his gloves, stuffed it the back pocket of his pants and then pinched the exposed skin of his hand, holding on to it for a few seconds. Upon letting go, the skin returned its normal position, which was a relief. Not that pinching to test for dehydration was always effective--there could be other factors that could keep one's skin from returning to its original state after a good pinch--but it was something, at least. And he didn't feel like his muscles were about to give up on him, either.

If no dehydration was occurring that also meant the red door being an illusion was unlikely as well. Levi lowered his hand, focused on the knob-less quality of the door and frowned. He headed over, more confidently than he certainly felt, and stared. There didn't seem to be anything particularly exciting going on at the front--or what was his front, anyway--so he walked around it, to the other side. Wand out again, he lifted his other hand and simply knocked, twice.

"Hello," He said, simply, to no one in particular and without an ounce of shame. If the challenges had taught him anything it was that things weren't always what they seemed. And if the disillusionment charm had kept him safe from prying eyes, that was gone now. "Regina Hawthorne sent me." And everyone else behind the IMPS, sure. "If I'm bothering you all complaints should be directed to her."

07-23-2017, 12:51 AM	#4 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! The disillusionment charm remained in place but there was something to be said about the quality of the birds' song. The supersensory charm was working as it should have but Levi was struggling to keep a hold of himself, the song becoming increasingly louder as he marched on through the thickness of the tall blades of grass. For a second he stopped, looking around--as though he'd forgotten where he was or who he was, entirely. Blinking, Levi's mind pushed through the molasses forming in his head, clinging on to the facts that lay before him. He was in a forest, most likely in Africa. Or a forest that looked like Africa. Not that he had ever been in Africa but erumpents weren't European. There was a lot of singing going on. And because he was in Africa, and because birds could sing--he could sing, too! though not well at all, and had no idea why his mind was even going there, to his complete lack of musical talent--Levi rubbed his hands down his face. Then he brandished out his wand and said, shakily, "Finite." Immediately the song became a distant one, and the world began to make total sense again. He was, of course, now only carrying the regular senses that all able bodied human beings were equipped with, but. Insanity at the hands--or song, really--of a fwooper was best left avoided. He yanked off his jacket and tied it around his waist. Sweat pooled underneath his long sleeved red shirt and the Gryffindor rolled those sleeves up to his elbows. Would it be completely inappropriate to altogether take it off, too? Not that anything could have easily spotted him, either, at least not by sight alone. However, that seemed utterly reckless, even if the heat was progressively worsening. He utilized aguamenti for drink and then pointed it the steady stream of water to the back of his neck and then front. This was miles better than a tundra, but there was little fun in dehydration. By which he meant, of course, none at all. That a red door seemed to have materialized out of nowhere was cause for concern, too. Though he had drunk water, it was also true it was really hot and it wouldn't be totally unheard of if he began to see things that weren't there, as a result. It would also be totally concerning, too, if he was, but. Levi tugged off one of his gloves, stuffed it the back pocket of his pants and then pinched the exposed skin of his hand, holding on to it for a few seconds. Upon letting go, the skin returned its normal position, which was a relief. Not that pinching to test for dehydration was always effective--there could be other factors that could keep one's skin from returning to its original state after a good pinch--but it was something, at least. And he didn't feel like his muscles were about to give up on him, either. If no dehydration was occurring that also meant the red door being an illusion was unlikely as well. Levi lowered his hand, focused on the knob-less quality of the door and frowned. He headed over, more confidently than he certainly felt, and stared. There didn't seem to be anything particularly exciting going on at the front--or what was his front, anyway--so he walked around it, to the other side. Wand out again, he lifted his other hand and simply knocked, twice. "Hello," He said, simply, to no one in particular and without an ounce of shame. If the challenges had taught him anything it was that things weren't always what they seemed. And if the disillusionment charm had kept him safe from prying eyes, that was gone now. "Regina Hawthorne sent me." And everyone else behind the IMPS, sure. "If I'm bothering you all complaints should be directed to her." __________________