Grasping the first branch, he easily pulled himself up before his hands reached for the next branch. His mind was set on getting his wand, feeling the piece of wood in his hand again, longing for light, and not being powerless anymore, so whatever pain may have been slowing him down before, was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

With the second branch, he pulled himself up, and went onto the third, his eyes on his wand only, though he kept an outlook on where all the bowtruckles were. He wasn’t at all bothered by those; he could take them.

It was only a matter of seconds that passed until he reached the third branch. Taking a large quick step towards the trunk of the tree, he place one foot onto it and pushed upwards, giving him enough height to get to the branch above himself. He may have miscalculated however how high this one was.