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Letting out a deep sigh, Alberta joined the line of people slowly making their way onto the grounds and tried thinking of worse things to be doing right now but falling short. She cleared her throat and after taking a few deep breaths, tried focusing on why she was here in the first place, the vegetation.
Everything seemed fine at first glance, as Quentin had called out by now. She linked her arm around the rope a few times, holding on tightly with her left hand while she gathered some samples as quickly as she could. Did they really need this many herbologists onsite? Surely there was someone needed back at the offices to analyse all the samples once they came back. Bertie was about to suggest she go back to do just that when she saw it. She tightened her grip on the rope with both hands now and closed her eyes as panic seemed to spread through her entire body. Now seemed like a good time to use that emergency portkey. Dying a hero was a foolish thing to do and Bertie wasn't a fool.
She only opened her eyes when she heard Archer screaming and saw him clawing at the floor as something tried dragging him away.
How were a bunch of herbologists supposed to stop THAT? Bertie aimed her wand at the things, not sure what spell was going to help haha and in a moment of panic cast "Immobulus"
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