 Typo Mistress
Time had passed and nothing had changed concerning the objective of detaching his partner off his wrist. Ideas crossed his mind often but none of them seemed possible as he continued to examine the conditions of the room. It felt like Christmas time and more than anything he wanted to be home, be with his parents roasting next to the fire. Besides the fact that it was snowing heavily on his head, there were also piles of snow surrounding their feet, personal possessions, and work space.
“Thanks,” he looked over at his partner who had performed a protection spell to stop the icy wind and snow from splattering on his face. “Well,” he started and looked down at their wrist which was still joined together. He pulled out his wand and stood looking around the room at what some people had decided to do. “Brilliant,” he mumbled under his voice as he watched the Ravenclaw girl cast a bubble around herself and her partner. He could have done the same because he knew the spell very well, but decided to not be a copy cat and create his own way of handling his problems. He taped the chain firmly and performed the counter course of turning his chain to stone. Apparently altering the material of the chain wouldn’t make that much of a difference, although it was decent attempt.
“Let’s try to weaken it,” he shouted over his peers and the loud snow that tumbled around them. “Chains become weaker when they rust. So we’ll need to find a way to make them rust and once it has eroded enough, and then we could possibly try blowing it apart.” Cordova thought over it all again and then nodded to confirm what he had just stated. “Concerning a Grindylow, the same task applies, you’ll have to use whatever way to weaken the enemy and when its grip begins to loosen, that is when you go for the punch. Do you know any water conjuring spells,” he questioned seeing just how smart his partner really was. |