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nicole black · 07-18-2019, 03:28 PM

Quentin didn't like this. Not a single bit. Wading into the unknown without a concrete escape plan- without a plan of attack- had never been his style. Firmly in the middle, he glanced from one end - where Mariana stood nearest the gate - to the other - Where Olly stood looking paler than usual.

It was very clear that their leader wanted as little to do with this mist as the group did.

Trekking deeper onto the grounds was not what bothered Q - for the rope would guide them back, surely - it was the way the air around them seemed to thin as if this great mist were closing around them. enveloping their lot in a trap they'd never make it out of. Q held fast to the rope, his dark eyes burning.
his mother was in that castle, his brother was in that castle.

The young man repeated these words over and over in his head, a mantra giving him all the strength he needed.

"Vegetation looks good-" He called out to the group, unable to stop himself from breaking the heavy silence. The usual signs of seasonal decay were there but nothing unusual. No blackened flower beds, no trees withered away. He could not see very far though, perhaps this fact would change as they moved on- except the line had stopped. There was a hard tug on the rope, a tug which cut Q's voice straight from his throat.

Something was wrong. He stopped in his tracks, likewise tugging hard on the rope to let the others behind him know to stop before someone-

A groan rent the air- and then a shout- the first masculine and unmistakably coming from Botanist Burton- the other a woman's panicked wail. Q went cold, but he stood his ground, clinging to the rope like the lifeline it was. "You alright there-" He called out, ready to lend a hand or a wand when his eyes caught sight of something terrible- horrible- He sucked in a hard, terrified breath.

This was-

This was-

Knuckles white. Eyes wide. Ragged breath.

He did not stumble or fall as the others had- Quentin's terror overwhelmed, turning his guts and leaving him a stone statue unable to move or speak.

Hot and cold, his blood swimming it was then that chaos erupted in the form of shapes- terrible and dark- reaching out and grabbing hold of Burton's prone, grounded form. Quentin let out a curse, his dark eyes all pupil as he brandished his wand, a rope shooting from the tip and lassoing around the Botanist's upper body, the other end he grabbed onto tightly.
"Help me pull him-" He shouted, a hand tightly gripping each rope. "We're not leaving you!" He shouted back, even as Burton screamed for them all to run. No way- No way- No way in hell he was going to leave this man to die-

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nicole black Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,174 Hogwarts RPG Name: ruari fuller-thompson #FFA3D2 Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona M. Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw First Year x8	you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. Quentin didn't like this. Not a single bit. Wading into the unknown without a concrete escape plan- without a plan of attack- had never been his style. Firmly in the middle, he glanced from one end - where Mariana stood nearest the gate - to the other - Where Olly stood looking paler than usual. It was very clear that their leader wanted as little to do with this mist as the group did. Trekking deeper onto the grounds was not what bothered Q - for the rope would guide them back, surely - it was the way the air around them seemed to thin as if this great mist were closing around them. enveloping their lot in a trap they'd never make it out of. Q held fast to the rope, his dark eyes burning. his mother was in that castle, his brother was in that castle. The young man repeated these words over and over in his head, a mantra giving him all the strength he needed. "Vegetation looks good-" He called out to the group, unable to stop himself from breaking the heavy silence. The usual signs of seasonal decay were there but nothing unusual. No blackened flower beds, no trees withered away. He could not see very far though, perhaps this fact would change as they moved on- except the line had stopped. There was a hard tug on the rope, a tug which cut Q's voice straight from his throat. Something was wrong. He stopped in his tracks, likewise tugging hard on the rope to let the others behind him know to stop before someone- A groan rent the air- and then a shout- the first masculine and unmistakably coming from Botanist Burton- the other a woman's panicked wail. Q went cold, but he stood his ground, clinging to the rope like the lifeline it was. "You alright there-" He called out, ready to lend a hand or a wand when his eyes caught sight of something terrible- horrible- He sucked in a hard, terrified breath. This was- This was- Knuckles white. Eyes wide. Ragged breath. He did not stumble or fall as the others had- Quentin's terror overwhelmed, turning his guts and leaving him a stone statue unable to move or speak. Hot and cold, his blood swimming it was then that chaos erupted in the form of shapes- terrible and dark- reaching out and grabbing hold of Burton's prone, grounded form. Quentin let out a curse, his dark eyes all pupil as he brandished his wand, a rope shooting from the tip and lassoing around the Botanist's upper body, the other end he grabbed onto tightly. "Help me pull him-" He shouted, a hand tightly gripping each rope. "We're not leaving you!" He shouted back, even as Burton screamed for them all to run. No way- No way- No way in hell he was going to leave this man to die- __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence Last edited by nicole black; 07-18-2019 at 03:34 PM.