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Hopefully, the stick wasn't covered with some of that muggle poison ivy. If it was, the heat will certainly cause a rash almost immediately. The scarf smokes a bit from the heat of the seeds.
The way before you lit at least a bit by your fireseeds, you see a fork in the cave. To the right, a cacophony of sound echoes off the walls, its source yet unseen. The dischord crescendos and speeds before disappearing from notice. It then begins again. To the left, a partial cave-in and silence. If you linger too near the left, however, a foul smell reaches your nostrils. It is pungent: the kind of smell that sticks in your head.
Choose your way carefully. There is no telling whether you can retrace your steps.
Jermaine continued along the cave with the small amount of light leading his way. Holding his right hand out in front of him it suddenly starts to itch... but not as much as the hand wrapped in the smoking scarf holding the fireseeds. What in the name of all that is magical is causing his hands to itch like that?
Not able to see that there is a rash spreading on his hands he rubs his right hand on the left sleeve of his robes. Ahh, that feels better... for now. However the left hand still itches like crazy but he can't get to it because he doesn't want to drop his only light source.
Rolling the fireseeds in his left hand to try and relieve the itching he keeps going, hopefully getting closer to his wand.
Of course... there's a fork in the road. Staring at the two different paths he knows that if he chooses the wrong one it will only lead him further away from his wand. First looking to the right he hears some crazy loud noise coming from that direction. He knew if he went that way he wouldn't even be able to hear himself think with all the noise that was being made. If he couldn't think then he wouldn't be able to finish the task at hand.
Choosing to go to the left he almost turned back to take the noisy path as a smell that would choke a skunk hit his nose. What. Had. Died. In. There!? Whatever it was it did not smell pretty.
Gagging, eyes watering and hands still itching he felt that this was the right way to go. Whoever hid his wand probably thought he wouldn't go the way of the smell which means they probably hid his wand in that direction. So that is where he went, to the left, towards the smell and his wand... hopefully.
No smell, no matter how wretched it was was going to keep him from getting his wand.