Text Cut: OMG. Tag. >_<

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Originally Posted by Team ronmione

Finally. They were all doing something to get out of here. Tag didn't want to be stuck here and freeze to death or fight an overwhelming sadness with all these people. He nodded at Daichi when he announced they were all getting out of there. Good.

The prefect then looked at Tag to carry Raven. He shook his head furiously. Tag in general wasn't the most strongest guy out there, and if this gloomy mood of his continued he might feel suffocated by it and let go of the girl. Instead, he gave a little leap and clung onto Lottie. " Mr. Unicorn wants safety back to the castle" He announced to her as he slapped her shoulder. " Err, you, " Tag said pointing at the other girl, " You can carry or hold onto Raven. We need a buddy system. "

Lottie pretty much shrugged at the Slytherin Prefect. Was he gonna cry if she talked to him like that again? Also, what did it mean 'like that'? Like, TRUTHFULLY?? Well, she wasn't stopping, but she could also NOT talk to him, you know?

Fair enough. Unless he said something stupid. Then again, if Daichi cried, then she probably would too, cuz, ice cream yo!

Oh, well, look at that. They totally trusted her, what a bunch of Hufflepuffs. If she were Daichi, she would've AT LEAST check the direction with her wand. But Lottie knew that was the direction the had to take, so, it was all good. Still, though. Don't be so trusting! It's...a bit...depressing.

And then, without further notice or anything, SOMETHING/SOMEONE WAS CLINGING TO HER IN THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY! She almost fell, by the way, and..., "My pygmy puff!" see, Mags had been on her shoulder, but had jumped to Tag's head the moment he clung to Lottie. LIKE, WHAT ON MERLIN'S--?! "GET OFF OF ME!" She sort of pushed him away, trying hard not to punch him or push him entirely to the ground because of the pygmy puff, "What do you think I am?!" THIS, she could cry, she would, just...

..."Mr. Unicorn has two LEGS and can very much WALK!" EYES ON EVERYONE ELSE. Everyone could walk, right? Because she was carrying NO ONE. Come on, Anya, you can walk, too.

However, she got a lot liiiittle bit closer to Tag and took his hand in hers, pulling him in the right direction, to the Professor and all. The reason? "Don't let go. We don't want any creature snatching you away without anyone knowing, do we?" Then she smiled, the sweetest smile possible. That wasn't really the reason. Tag was warm. And she was cold. Solution found.

Oh, and her pygmy puff was back on her shoulder, because, why not?

Glancing around and wondering if he was going to get into trouble or not, Asher quickly turned to the tree and began the chant to thank it.

"Wight if Oakley, accept my thanks.
Henceforth may your might be in this branch!
Magically bound to the bright runes, all runes,
Working my will with speed and wisdom."

He gathered his branch, making sure it was very safe and not going to be damaged in any way, and double checked the offering he left. He knelt down to see that it was completely covered and no other creatures could get to it. After that, he checked the cover he made for the spot the branch was removed. "Ah, yes, looks nice and covered."

Nerida sent a glance over at the other Ravenclaw...Raven. Nerida started to walk over to Raven just as Tag started to speak...She sent a glare over at him, don't tell her what to do. "Hey Raven, I'm Nerida. Want to help each other back?" She had barley finished speaking when the Professor showed up. She seemed back...They weren't technically in the forest were they? Though she was too cold to even protest against her. Anya said blankets?? Did the Professor have blankets?? How awesome would she be!!!

[COLOR="Green"]Still clinging onto Lottie's shoulder Tag moved his head about as he stared at everybody else. What was taking them so long? This place was getting worse and defeating his mood. Come on guys! Hurry up.

Suddenly, as soon as Lottie realized that Tag had latched himself to her back, she roughly wiggled himself off her. The little leprechaun, now carrying her Pygmy puff on his head, stumbled backwards as he landed with unbalanced feet to the cold floor. He wrestled with the Pymgy puff trying to get it off his head. Finally it went back to Lottie's shoulder.

O______________o

"Ummmmmmmm." Tag muttered quietly as he stared at Lottie holding his hand. She then went to explain that it was for precautions so that he wouldn't get taken away. The blonde nodded his head slowly, and said " Hold onto me if you want, but you'll get dragged away with me too if something caught me"

Uh oh. The professor had finally seen all the gathering of children. She was not pleased. Although Tag was scared for the consequences he was glad Professor Barlow was here. She could protect them a bit. Hi, hi Professor. Oh, yes , guys lets stay close knit, like Professor said. Tag said hastily. It didn't look like Daichi would be getting them out of here soon. The blonde boy dragged himself, and Lottie, closer to the Professor and waited for further instructions.[COLOR]

The despair in Ravens mind soon felt like a cold, dark wind blowing through her mind, blotting out what everyone was saying. So she only half heard Daichi and Tag talk about helping her walk back to the castle.

Then her knees buckled and she was in a kneeling position. This jolted her back to the present moment, though the despair still hung in the air. Good thing too, as just then one of the other ravens approached her. "Oh hello Nerida. Thank you, I won't make it on my own."

And that was when the professor found them. Normally Raven knew she should feel scared of being caught doing something wrong by a teacher, but now she could only feel relief.

YAY! the Professor~!

Wait...THAT was not good! Well, it was if you wanted to get out of the Forest and that was exactly what Daichi wanted at the moment, but he was also sure he had to explain why he was in here. You know, Prefect and all.

So the most pressure was probably on him and he did not like it, not one single bit. Just then , he saw Nerida walking towards Raven to support her just like he had instructed and the Slytherin mouthed a 'thank you' before turning his gaze to Anya.

Blankets...To be honest, Daichi was also looking at the Professor, hoping she would conjure up some blankets cause the chilling mysterious cold just wouldn't go away. He shivered when he realized this.

Ignoring Lotus' *hints* about *walking* the Prefect lowered his gaze to Anya again. "Come on, get up" and held out his hand to help her get up.

Anya blinked. But. But. She didn't want to walk. She was cold and sad.

And Daichi already said he would. So. The Gryffindor flashed the Prefect a sad pouty face. She then took the Snake's hand. He could pull her up, right?

She cast another glance at the Professor. Were the blankets a no then?

Still feeling rather cold, Asher wrapped his robes around him even tighter and hoped he wouldn't freeze to death before he accomplished his task with the tree.

He pulled the bag of bark shavings out of his pocket and gently sprinkled them around the base of his tree, Oakley. After he sprinkled every last bit of bark out of his pouch, he decided to dig an hole and place the pouch inside. Just to be sure all the bits were left for the tree.

After covering the pouch up and filling in the hole completely, Asher pulled out his song and prepared himself to sing the thank you song to the tree.

Nerida smiled towards the little Ravenclaw, well as much as she could smile. It hurt to move any of her muscles which included smiling muscles and she was much to cold to do one of her real warm filled smiles so the smile was just a small eh smile.

Seeing her buckle she tired to help her back up deciding it was best that she kept her hand on her arm just in case her legs started to give in again, that way if they did she could just grasp onto her. "Its no problem, I'm glad to help out little Ravenclaws." Little Slytherins and Little Gryffindors and Little Hufflepuffs well someone else could carry them! But Little claws were different they were like little hers except you know they were themselves.

She looked around, could they go get warm before Raven collapsed..Or if Nerida decided to go lay down with the tree again.

OOC: Sorry, guys. I've been really, REALLY busy the past few days and am doing the best I can.

Peyton was still rounding up the wanderers when she heard some of the students talking about lifting and carrying a person. *blink* Was this not a magical school?! "Why are you lifting and carrying someone?" she asked, turning and looking at them with a raised eyebrow expression. "If they're hurt, you should levitate them, not carry them yourselves." She glanced around again. "Who is it?"

...and now someone was asking about BLANKETS?!

What were these kids learning about in Charms class anyway? ...and besides, did they think she just wandered the forest carrying an armload of blankets just because? "No," she answered, "but I can cast a heating charm." Then she did just that. The charm blanketed the group, casting a warmth over everyone.

Having pulled out his song and cleared this throat, Asher stood close to the tree and started slowly walking around it in a clockwise direction. As he walked, he sang the best song an 11 year old could make.

"Dear Mr. Oakley, my sweet tree
Thank you for giving a branch to me
You gave of yourself a magical gift
I’ll try my best to see only good is done with

Dear Mr. Oakley, my magical tree
I came to you and you have helped me
I will make a gandr with your gift
And in my heart you will always be with "



At the end of his third time around the tree, Asher paused and put his hands on the tree. "Thank you again. Really. It was very kind of you to help me."

Having completed this portion of his task, Asher gathered his things and headed off to find a spot to keep his Gandr. It had to be a safe location that would also get sun and moon light.

Now that Ella had made her offering and done her chant, the blonde knew it was time to take the wood from the tree. She took out her wand and placed her hand on the trunk, looking up into the branches. "This won't hurt, okay? Thanks again for doing this."

Spotting a branch that seemed to be cracked already, the blonde smiled faintly and said, "Diffindo!" She caught it as it fell from above, bowing her head in thanks. She felt a bit better that the particular branch she'd severed was already loose.

Taking out the small amount of bituminous paint she'd brought with her, the sixteen year old then reached up and spread it on the area where the branch had come from, wanting to protect the tree. "There."

Text Cut: Tag!

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Originally Posted by Team ronmione

Still clinging onto Lottie's shoulder Tag moved his head about as he stared at everybody else. What was taking them so long? This place was getting worse and defeating his mood. Come on guys! Hurry up.

Suddenly, as soon as Lottie realized that Tag had latched himself to her back, she roughly wiggled himself off her. The little leprechaun, now carrying her Pygmy puff on his head, stumbled backwards as he landed with unbalanced feet to the cold floor. He wrestled with the Pymgy puff trying to get it off his head. Finally it went back to Lottie's shoulder.

O______________o

"Ummmmmmmm." Tag muttered quietly as he stared at Lottie holding his hand. She then went to explain that it was for precautions so that he wouldn't get taken away. The blonde nodded his head slowly, and said " Hold onto me if you want, but you'll get dragged away with me too if something caught me"

Uh oh. The professor had finally seen all the gathering of children. She was not pleased. Although Tag was scared for the consequences he was glad Professor Barlow was here. She could protect them a bit. Hi, hi Professor. Oh, yes , guys lets stay close knit, like Professor said. Tag said hastily. It didn't look like Daichi would be getting them out of here soon. The blonde boy dragged himself, and Lottie, closer to the Professor and waited for further instructions.

Sorry, not sorry. You just don't CLING to people without giving them time to react or the smallest of HINTS of what it is you're planning to do, Mr. Unicorn.

However, for whatever reason, she kept that sweet smile on her face. Exactly. She could hold onto him all she wanted. It was the LEAST he could do for having almost tackled her before, yes? Yes. Cue sweet smile again. "Oh, I won't be dragged away, don't worry." Wink.

She wouldn't. The forest, the safest place at Hogwarts that now seemed the coldest ever, loves Lottie, and Lex, so nothing would happen to Lottie (Lex wasn't here at the moment). No need to worry, Tag.

Lotus Acacia Wisteria did follow the boy as he walked them closer to the Professor. The woman was heading in the right direction, so why not go with her? Exactly.

Text Cut: Daichi, Anya, Professor! Ice cream!

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Originally Posted by CassiopeiaAKTF

YAY! the Professor~!

Wait...THAT was not good! Well, it was if you wanted to get out of the Forest and that was exactly what Daichi wanted at the moment, but he was also sure he had to explain why he was in here. You know, Prefect and all.

So the most pressure was probably on him and he did not like it, not one single bit. Just then , he saw Nerida walking towards Raven to support her just like he had instructed and the Slytherin mouthed a 'thank you' before turning his gaze to Anya.

Blankets...To be honest, Daichi was also looking at the Professor, hoping she would conjure up some blankets cause the chilling mysterious cold just wouldn't go away. He shivered when he realized this.

Ignoring Lotus' *hints* about *walking* the Prefect lowered his gaze to Anya again. "Come on, get up" and held out his hand to help her get up.

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Anya blinked. But. But. She didn't want to walk. She was cold and sad.

And Daichi already said he would. So. The Gryffindor flashed the Prefect a sad pouty face. She then took the Snake's hand. He could pull her up, right?

She cast another glance at the Professor. Were the blankets a no then?

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Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Peyton was still rounding up the wanderers when she heard some of the students talking about lifting and carrying a person. *blink* Was this not a magical school?! "Why are you lifting and carrying someone?" she asked, turning and looking at them with a raised eyebrow expression. "If they're hurt, you should levitate them, not carry them yourselves." She glanced around again. "Who is it?"

...and now someone was asking about BLANKETS?!

What were these kids learning about in Charms class anyway? ...and besides, did they think she just wandered the forest carrying an armload of blankets just because? "No," she answered, "but I can cast a heating charm." Then she did just that. The charm blanketed the group, casting a warmth over everyone.

SEE? See? Even the Professor was unknowingly agreeing with her. Why was Lottie not attending Care of Magical Creatures, by the way? The Professor seemed to be a smart one...

...oh, but heating charm! Well, she...probably didn't need Tag's hand anymore, DID SHE? Of course, she could still hold his hand, because she'd given him another reason, and that reason still counts. So, nevermind, she stayed as close as possible to Tag, so neither one gets dragged away by some nonexistent creature.

Well, she was feeling sliiiightly better about this whole 'no ice cream' thing, so, thanks Tag.

Now that she had the wood for her gandr, the blonde needed to chant again. She really liked the chanting, y'know. It made her want to dance and stuff which yeah, was probably weird but still. It was fun. She figured if she needed to do a big project like this she might as well enjoy herself. Just saying. Anyway....chanting.

The blonde stood a little straighter and cleared her throat, wanting to be clear when she spoke. She supposed that was important when chanting, yeah? Yeah. Seemed legit. She then consulted her notes before beginning. Here goes nothing...

"Wight if Yew, accept my thanks.
Henceforth may your might be in this branch!
Magically bound to the bright runes of the Elder Furthark,
Working my will with speed and wisdom."

...Good? Dramatic chanting wasn't her specialty but she liked to think she gave it a certain something extra. Like...a little dramatic flair that others might not have. Gran would have been proud.

A new day brought a new mission.

The air became frigid and brisk as ice and a thick layer of mist started to creep out of the forest, enveloping everything that came upon it's path to form a desolate icy terrain. With a theatrical slow pace, moar dementors came out from the shadows and approached the edge of the forest. There hunger and the happy children made them come out to play.

One by one they took to the air across into the wide open grounds until the whole group followed, looking for someone to dine upon as they swooped closer towards the castle like a flock of vultures. Their rattled breaths grew louder as some of their grimy hands appeared out from under their cloaks, ready to grab hold of their next meal.

The Alder wasn't answering back, so she was going to take that as a yes, okay, tree?

Okay.

But offering first, according to the textbook that she'd forgotten. What did she have on her? Alice stuck her hands in her pockets groped around in them for a while before producing a pack of jelly slugs. A whole pack? This tree was lucky. Nudging a hole at the base of its trunk with her foot, she dug her shoe into the ground until the ditch was deep enough, dropping in the candy when she finished. And then covered it with dirt again.

Well? Did it accept her offering?

Yes? No? Maybe? C'mon, tree, do something.

Now that Ella had thanked the tree properly and taken her piece of wood for the gandr, she was ready to strip the bark. The blonde took out her wand and used it carefully, not wanting to mess up the branch. She sat at the base of the tree as she did this, looking up at the Yew every once in a while. She figured it was important to keep contact with the tree, especially after having cut a piece of it off.

As the pieces of bark fell, the blonde gathered them into a small pile at her feet. She had brought along the mokeskin pouch they'd gotten in one of the Care of Magical Creatures lessons and it was definitely going to come in handy for this. What better place to store the bark until she'd need it, yeah?

When she finished her work, the blonde blew on the branch and smiled a little to herself. She had done a good job stripping it of its bark! Beam! The sixteen year old then began gathering up the pieces into her pouch for safekeeping. When she was done, she slipped the pouch into her bag and gathered up her wand and notes. It was time to go write a song for Yew.

"I'll be back to visit really soon, okay?" She said with a smile, touching the trunk of the tree gently. The blonde then headed back to the castle.

Alas! Dylan was here.

Naturally when he'd selected the woods he'd be collecting, his research had went a bit further. How did one specify which trees were which? By their leaves, of course. He'd eyeballed those photos in the books closely. In fact, he brought the book along, just in case his memory decided to fail him. That happened sometimes...to the best people. So, the Captain wasn't ashamed.

Leaves, leaves, leaves...

The particular leaves he was looking for were long like frongs, with just as many 'fingers' hanging off of them...As he looked around, he didn't immediately see what he was looking for and walked further in...They'd be vividly green...really long and narrow...

It was a rare wood for a reason, of course. Dylan had been prepared to hunt for it...

Pulling the book out so to remind himself of the exact image, he continued on, glancing between the picture and low hanging branches ahead. The tree itself would be huge...as most yew trees were. The branches wouldn't be too low...Meaning he probably needed to actually look UP to find it. Right...that would help.

...and he wasn't disappointed. The moment he looked up, a yew tree was staring him right in the face. DUR. Aren't you so smart, Dylan?

"Hello, tree." Yes, he knew it couldn't talk back...but he couldn't help himself. Seemed rude NOT to say 'Hello'. "Are you a living tree or a dead tree?" STARE.

Well, it had leaves that looked alive...and they weren't crumpled up and falling off. So, that had to be a good sign...Also, the bark looked rich and reinforced, not ashy and decaying. "I'll take that as a yes."

The tree had definitely accepted her offering.

Alice knew because the ground hadn't thrown the jelly slugs back at her.

Right. So. The next step, according to her mental textbook, was a chant. Unfortunately, that was one thing she didn't have memorized, so the fifth year reluctantly pulled out her wand to summon it. "Accio Ancient Runes textbook!" She hadn't thought to specify that it was HER textbook she wanted, so the closest one from a nearby student came flying into her hands. Who's.. was this?

Dylan's? Oh. Whoops. Alice's textbook now.

Beginning to flip through the pages unabashedly, she tried to locate the thanking verse to chant to the Alder.

Nerida had came back after the dreadful experience weeks before...She had remembered why she had came back but she was still kinda afraid to come due to the cold and lonely feeling she had gotten last time. Finding the tree she smiled. "I'm back, I'm Nerida if you don't remember...And your the elm tree." She looked around at who else was here... She felt kind of weird talking to a tree.

"Can I call you Elmo?" All she had done was added a o... Did she get an approval? Hopefully??!!

"Well Elmo, I'm a Ravenclaw...Sixth Year..Um yeah. Yeah she did not like talking to a tree it felt weird...It wasn't talking back but none the less she talked to the tree.

So...

Dylan wasn't exactly sure how he was meant to communicate with the tree. He could try and...talk to it...but that didn't seem right. Talking was overrated, anyway. Too many people did it...and not enough people could stop doing it. So...maybe there was another way...

The Captain carefully set his bag down, moving to take a seat right at the foot of the tree, and crisscross applesauce...or whatever that saying was. He'd chill and ponder on it a while..."You must know...that I'm not good with words, yew tree." That was a total lie...as the Slytherin knew he was a Jedi master with his words...but that was neither here nor there. "How would you have me communicate with you? Maybe you could bend a branch down and carve it into the dirt..." It was a legit inquiry. Why couldn't the tree do that?

No response came, though...much like Dylan had anticipated. Trees couldn't talk...Dylan didn't like to talk. Not a great deal, anyway. He would have much rather done things with his hands. It was why he was such a great Seeker...and at carving runes, too. Totally awesome with his hands...

Blink.

He could.....touch the tree. There were civilizations built on the foundation of touch...He could just...lay his hand upon it...and they could have a moment. Moments were fun...It'd be like they were shaking hands and becoming real friends..."Could I do that, tree? Reach out and touch your trunk?"

...if it didn't work, he'd have to move to plan B...which was singing to it...

BLINK.

Suddenly...his book was being summoned from his bag...The Slytherin glared around...not being able to find the culprit outright...Well, that was fine. He would be summoning it back when it was needed...

NOD. Anyway, he was ready to try and touch the tree.

Scooting forward a bit, Dylan slowly climbed up on his knees, moving both hands up to hover just beside the tree's trunk. He hoped to pass through information by way of touch...Like...I'm not here to hurt you...I'm here to befriend you....Soothing thoughts.....Calming thoughts.....DON'T COME TO LIFE AND STOMP ME...Then he took a deep breath and slowly released it as his hands finally made contact with the bark.

STARE.

Was it working...?

Dylan must not have minded that she'd summoned his textbook, because he hadn't spoken up, or even looked at her. He was watched by Alice for a couple more seconds, just to observe.. was he.. touching his tree? The whole scene was given quizzical looks before she turned back to her own one, recalling the reason she'd needed his textbook in the first place. Her offering was made, which meant chanting was next on the agenda.

"Hail to thee, wight of Alder,
I pray to thee give this branch of your body!
Into it send thy speed,
To it bind the might of the bright runes..."

Err.. was she expected to list every single rune in Elder Futhark, since was making a neutral Gandr? Alice remembered hearing Ella just reference the alphabet, and she considering doing it that way.. but just to be sure....

"Fehu, Uruz, Thurisaz, Ansuz, Raidho, Kenaz, Gebo, Wunjo, Hagalaz, Naudhiz, Isa, Jera, Eihwaz, Perthro, Algiz, Sowilo, Teiwaz, Berkana, Ehwaz, Mannaz, Laguz, Inguz, Dagaz, Othala."

This was tiring. Could she dig up those jelly slugs and eat them as a reward, please?

Dylan continued to kneel in front of the tree, touching it's bark him with gentle hands. Could the tree feel that? It was clearly his idea of a piece offering of sorts. Dylan wanted them to be great friends...and then he wanted to take some bark to make an AWESOME Galdr. As far as the communication thing went, though...Was this considered good enough?

He really didn't know what else to do...but to be safe..."Sup." STARE, pat, pat, pat..."My name's Dylan..." Pat, pat, pat...Rub, rub, rub..."I hope we can be friends, great and powerful yew tree." Ah-hah. See what he did there? Flattery never hurt any situation...

Pat, pat, pat...

Rub, rub, rub...

He settled back on the balls of his feet, still reaching out for the tree, continuing to talk to it..."I'm about to ask you something very serious...and I hope you won't get upset."...or come to life and stomp of me. THERE WAS STILL THE FEAR THAT THAT WOULD ACTUALLY HAPPEN. There was some more rubbing and gentle patting..."As you may already know...a lot of people have been in the forest lately collecting wood. We've got this really cool Runes assignment and we've got to pick a special tree and all that to get bark from..." More flattery...All the flattery....Special tree was special...Pat, pat, pat..."I chose you, yew tree."

That was obviously a compliment.

"May I take some of your bark to make my galdr?"

PUPPY!DOG!EYES!

After asking so very nicely, Dylan stood and proceeded to walk around the large yew tree once...just like the hands of a clock...and then again....for a second time....and then a third time...THREE full walks around the tree...and after doing so, he slowly resumed his spot at the foot of it, reaching his hands out again to touch the tree's trunk.

Dylan touching trees was SO DISTRACTING. It had been at least four times now that Alice had stopped her own work to peek over at him rubbing the bark of the Yew he had chosen, and talking to it.. I chose you?

Obviously not giggling over here. Really. She wasn't.

But, getting back to her own project, it was time to take the wood from the Alder. That was what came after the offering and the chanting, wasn't it? "I'll try not to hurt you, okay Mr. Alder?" Alice began looking for a cracking or loose branch to use, one that was already ruined, so she wouldn't do anymore damage. It took her a while to spot one, but the fifth year finally noticed a reasonably disfigured branch near the middle of the tree.

Isa went with Alder trees, right?

"Isa Isa Isa.. i i i i i i i i i... i i i i i i s s s s s s... Diffindo!.. s s s s s s i i i i i i.. i i i i i i i i i.." The branch landed in her outstretched hands as it fell, and she bowed her head in appreciation to the Alder before continuing on with her project and painting the severed area over with a bit of bituminous paint. Jelly slugs were so worth losing a limb for, though, she'd given nature a really good deal.

It was really strange...but as Dylan was touching the tree...it was almost like he could feel a tiny heartbeat. It could have been a phantom heartbeat or whatever that was called...but it felt so real beneath his fingertips. Or....was that the yew tree giving him and answer? The Slytherin blinked rapidly, quickly redrawing his hands to rest back in his lap.

Hmm.

Weird.

Confused by the 'heartbeat' he'd felt, he rechecked his notes to see what was next. It was time to make an offering...The Captain sighed, suddenly happy he'd been too paranoid to leave his trunk in the dorms. He could find SOMETHING to offer to the tree in there...

Pulling his bag closer...Dylan quickly dug his hand down into it, moving it openly around the space. Trunk....where were you? Finally feeling the hard wood of one of it's edges, he pulled it out, the trunk having been shrunken down for his convenience. The great thing about being able to do magic outside of school...was that everything was so easy to carry around...So, yep. This had been the situation from before school had officially started back.

Tapping it and muttering "Engorgio!", the trunk re-sized to what was normal and Dylan sheathed his wand. Popping the sucker open, he glanced over at the tree. "What would you like as an offering, yew tree?" Really, Dylan didn't know what trees liked. Did it want some....sap....or something? He had a vial in his potions kit. Hmmmmm... A chocolate frog? Some special ink? A few galleons?...He was at a loss...

...Or....

Dylan glanced down at what he had in his hands...shakily holding its golden perfection. The offering needed to be something he loved, right? Well, there was nothing Dylan loved more than Quidditch...and being a seeker...and catching his snitches...

He grasped the snitch in his hand a bit tighter.

It was decided, then...Pulling his wand, he resized his trunk again and put it back in his bag...still vice-gripping one of his personal trophies like his life depended on it. Would he be able to come and retrieve it later...when he finished with all the galdr stuff? Would that have been acceptable?

"I offer you the third snitch I ever won...It was a close match with Ravenclaw..." Also offering details with his offering...Unearthing some dirt at the base of the tree, he kiss the snitch one last time and carefully dropped it in. Merlin, this was hard...Was he getting it back? No, no, no...He knew he wasn't getting it back...but....

Sigh.

Covering it up, he carefully patted at the dirt. "I hope you'll accept it..."