Daphne wasn't listening to Plymouth and instead was wondering why she didn't bring her wand with her! What kind of idiotic witch didn't carry her wand at all times?! Letting out another frustrated cry, she held her head, shutting her eyes. This wasn't a time to panic.

Hoptons. Did. Not. Panic.

Except, that she completely was panicking. "Don't!" was her only warning word when he draped his arm around her shoulders. It was hard to breathe at the moment. She needed all the space she could acquire if she didn't want to have a nervous breakdown. "Your wand. Use a scouring charm. Scourgify. Tergeo. Either. Both together. I personally really do not care at the moment."

At least they had made it down the chute alive. Bright side. Bright side.