 Arts TRANSPONSTER!
Matt had mixed emotions about this whole situation. On the one hand, it was field work - FINALLY! - and that was really exciting because Matt here was an adrenaline junkie and field work like this was the sole reason he had decided to become an Auror in the first place. On the other hand, his sister still attended this school and he had seen the drastic change in her because of all that had happened regarding this mysterious mist. Whatever was happening was not good. Not at all.
Plus, the reports from those who had been there before weren't very optimistic either.
The general feeling inside his chest was a positive one, however. Matt was ready for this. He had been training loads - and he meant LOADS - for the past few years to be worthy of being called an Auror, and he felt like this kind of thing was his duty. Quite literally.
Wand at the ready, he remained close to the group, but not amongst them. He knew better by now than to go on a rampage and do things in an impulse, but he was also not there to hide away. They were there to sort this out for good and he would do his best to accomplish that.
The reports Derek had read and heard weren't good and, to be honest, he wasn't completely sure what to prepare for, and because of that he prepared for... everything. Perhaps he had over-prepared, but was that ever really a thing? Derek didn't think so.
In the small charmed rucksack on his back, the PART Supervisor was carrying all sorts of concoctions. From corrosive acids to healing draughts, Derek had as much as he could possibly carry, which was a lot thanks to magic.
He noticed the mist was much farther back than his colleagues had described it in their report. Nonetheless, it didn't spark any optimism in him, as his first thoughts were that it had simply gone further into the Castle. Thank Merlin everyone had been evacuated.
Everyone except two students, it seemed. Derek wondered what would happen if they found their bodies. Was it terrible he was thinking like that? Perhaps it was. Honestly, it had been long enough, Derek sadly did not have high hopes for those kids.
The Potioneer kept quiet, as was his normal, and got his wand at the ready. He stayed towards the rear of the group, waiting to see what the others decided to do. |