Paul hadn't expected Emmeline to be happy about the sand, but he supposed he had higher hopes for someone in Gryffindor to be able to handle it. He was wrong. There was some trauma in Emmeline's life, too, and he wondered if that had to do with her inability to handle the quicksand. Perhaps, this was it. Hmmm. His internal thoughts were swimming around. The scream proved as much to him, and it jolted him into standing and rushing over to her once the sand had pushed back to the beginning. The daffodils were giving him a HEADACHE, so he quickly waved his wand and silenced them. They were still honking, but no sound had come out. Another wave of his wand, and the daffodils were calmed and....they would be quiet.

He helped her to her feet. "Emmeline." He said gently, his hand on her shoulder. "You can do this," he said encouragingly. "There is a way to do this. And all you need to do....is sneak. Slowly. And with precision." He gestured at the sand before taking a step inside himself. "Come on. I'll do it with you." He was whispering. "We just have to be slow and steady. And not...wake...the daffodils. Are we have to start over."