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Originally Posted by astrocat

Oh no! She was stuck next to a creepy troll baby. She pulled out some markers and some muggle candy. Afraid to talk, She just made a hopeful face that said, Here! Friend! For you! Don't eat me!

Markers? Candy? Glinda the Teenage Troll wanted none of these things. Instead, she grabbed the girl's wrist and fingers, and began bringing it towards her mouth for a snack.

Did fingies taste like fries, Glinda wanted to know?

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

Not.real.not.real.not.real-----

FLIPPIN' REAL!!!!!!

Aboli SCREAMED bloody murder as the horde of 'em all swarmed from the forest. She had no time to THINK. She just RAN in the opposite direction of them, attempting to get across the bridge before she could do much else. She was NOT a strong runner, but it was funny what fear could make you capable of. The trolls were bigger than she was, though, and could obviously cover more ground than she could. She pointed her wand at the sky and cried, "VERMILLIOUS TRIAAAAAA!" as she ran. Red sparks shot from the end of her wand, and she repeated herself, shooting all the red sparks she could HIGH HIGH into the air.

She was hoping the trolls would be distracted, and she could safely veer out of their way AND attention. She did NOT want to attack them - hadn't Professor W said something about that right before this daydream charm started? What other spells did she know that would cause distractions? Birds? Could she conjure BIRDS?

"AVIS!"

Birds shot upward, one of them lagging behind because it was a NEWT level spell after all, and Aboli had only just started on the NEWT level journey as a sixth year. She was not inept, just inexperienced with the spell. The sound of the spell, too! It was LOUD and had made her heart nearly leap from her chest.

Her legs were on the move still, though. No time to turn around and see if they stopped!

The red sparks did confuse the trolls, as at least a few of the younger ones stopped at the water's edge and stared up at the sky, open-mouthed, as though they were watching fireworks.

Most of the trolls, however, continued on their stampede, quickly catching up with the Prefect and a few particularly stinky ones passing her entirely. One that was directly behind her launched itself onto her back, ready for a piggy-ridge.

The birds knocked several more trolls off the bridge too, so that at least it wasn't overwhelmed and completely weighed down with the weight of the entire mass... but hopefully Aboli kept moving, as more and more trolls continued stampeding behind and now ahead of her.

She was in their midst now as they all ran for the copse of trees.

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

A L O N E??

Like...not together....as in....without holding onto Kizzy's hand the entire time and making little comments and snickering and giggling about the professor letting himself go??

No thanks, that's how people got hurt, even if it WAS just a daydream. Emm stood there, not sure what to do given her unimpressive repertoire of like....two spells. The heavy footsteps caused her to turn in the direction of the noise and of course her wand was out like instructed but if what she thought was coming was what was really coming, this would end in a very different way.

The Professor had nothing to worry about with casting offensive spells. Kid knew how to produce water and levitate feathers. The end.

"Stay away!" Emm called, before giving it a little more thought. "U-Unless you're a baby troll. Then it's okay!"

But what if a baby troll WAS nearby?

A high-pitched giggle came from the far side of the bridge, and then a little face with nubs for horns popped up too. It seemed to be beckoning from a bush on the far side of the bridge. Beckoning and giggling again, in a sound that was like a high-pitched, "Hurdehur, hurhurhurhur!"

Wouldn't she like to cross the bridge to see it for herself?

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Originally Posted by Waddles

Mamie was so excited as she reached the bridge and the shiny thing. But...oh, darn, it wasn't a sword. It was a big of hair. Well, she was here already, so Mamie reached for the hair and felt something grab her wrist. She shrieked, then clapped her free hand over her mouth suddenly as she saw the troll that had grabbed her. She didn't want to offend it--him?--with her shrieking.

She spotted the whitish horse - nay, unicorn - past the troll. Was that where the hair came from? She wondered if the troll had just used the hair as bait...or if it had found it and wanted more hair? She imagined a troll couldn't get very close to a unicorn, with its smell.

Not knowing what else to do, she gestured wildly at the unicorn with her free hand, trying to get the troll to look at it. "Hehhhreeeehgrrruhh," she grumbled loudly. Maybe that meant something in troll?

This was actually decent Trollish, and made the troll glance in the direction she was pointing. "Gruhhhhurrrrrrrrrrrrrr?" the troll questioned, now looking between Mamie and the unicorn.

Which one should it eat? Could it even CATCH the unicorn?

The troll decided to let go of her wrist and use her instead, this time trying to snatch her wand, or at least, find it. "HUH HUH GRUR GRUR GRUH!" the troll emphasized, pointing its crooked and swollen finger at the unicorn as though gesturing with a wand.

It case it wasn't clear, she needed to summon the unicorn for the troll, or it would just take the easy way out and eat her instead.

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Kinsay GASPED.

It was a troll family! And they were having a PICNIC! Sometimes her family had picnics! Trolls! They're just like us!

Two thoughts had immediately come to mind. Thought a) prove to Mr. Williamson that hugging a troll would create a bond of friendship and help keep you from getting eaten AND thought b) she couldn't interrupt their family picnic! So instead of doing either thing, Kizzy just watched with delight! Actually, no, she wanted to get a closer look. Just a LITTLE closer. She was good at sneaking, so she tried to inch forward as QUIETLY as possible. Tip toes, quiet. Just to see the family. The baby troll had a toy dragon too! It was just like Artemis!

She loved them.

Naturally, the troll family carried on with their disgusting picnic, getting drool and meat bits and crumbs everywhere in their vicinity. The one with the best eyes, however, spotted the little movement from the girl lurking at the end of the bridge.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo," the baby troll called out, spewing drool and spittle everywhere as she picked up her dragon toy and began swinging it over her head by the tail. It was now a helicopter dragon! "BOOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

MUM, DAD, LOOK!

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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy

No sooner had Heath peered under the bridge that he heard a weird giggling sound. His heartbeat quickened, but he didn’t back down. In the light from his wand, he saw the baby troll and its doll. A slight smile played on his face, and he had to stifle a laugh at the sound it made. It sounded like the noise his mum’s cat made when it had to take a flea bath!

For now, Heath remained motionless, his eyes glued to the little troll as it crawled out of hiding, He wasn’t going to do anything yet; he’d wait to see what the troll was going to do first. The next thing he knew, it tagged his arm and dropped its doll. Aww! Normally Heath wasn’t one to gush, but this little troll was adorable! He wondered if he could befriend it… if only he could get past the language barrier. The troll baby wouldn’t understand English, but maybe he could figure out what “CURDUR HEDER HEEHEHEHUR?” meant.

He considered the context. The troll said it after tagging him, and it was said in a questioning tone. Was the baby troll asking if he wanted to play with it? If so, repeating the same words in an affirmative tone should be a yes. As he watched the troll go across the bridge, it occurred to him that there could be another meaning to the question. What if the troll wasn’t asking if he’d play with it, but follow it? He hesitated, remembering details from Williamson’s memory. Somehow he felt crossing the bridge was a very bad idea! The professor never said they had to follow the trolls, only that they were to meet them.

Sorry, baby troll. I can’t follow you, Heath thought. If it wanted to play, it would have to come to him. He looked down at the fallen doll, and that gave him an idea! Trolls liked muggle things, so maybe he could find something to give it. The hand that wasn’t holding his wand rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a pen. He clicked the cap a few times to draw the troll’s attention. Click, click, click. Come here, baby troll, he thought. I’ve got a nice present for you.

A pen? A pen wasn't interesting to the baby troll!

The CLICK CLICK CLICK sound, however, had it intrigued. It even took a few steps closer to him, then a few more.

Still, it wanted HIM to bring the DOLLIE. And Heath wasn't doing anything with the dollie, so the troll threw back its head and let out a loud WAIL of protest.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH wah wah wah mwaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The wail was so loud that it caused ripples to form in the water. Surely someone else heard this cry?

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Originally Posted by Lady of Light

Okay. Valentina was scared. As much as she enjoyed practical activities, the eleven year old didn’t exactly want to be attacked by big, smelly trolls. Because how would she even defend herself against one??? There were so HUGE. She closed her eyes tight when the mist started to close in around her, wishing she was holding someone’s hand right now. That would have made her feel a little less scared.... maybe. Taking a deep breath and trying not to panic, she opened her eyes finally.

Um. Okay. She could see the bridge right in front of her. After looking around for a bit to make sure there weren’t any big trolls standing anywhere nearby ( she would have been able to tell by the disgusting stink but STILL, better to check ) she took a few steps forward before coming to an abrupt stop.

There weren't any BIG stinking trolls standing nearby, but there were two little ones, sitting in the middle of the bridge and passing a harmless Muggle tennis ball between them.

Every so often, one of the baby trolls let out a giggle of glee as they caught the ball. But then they noticed the girl at the end of the bridge, and let out a sound that sounded like a question? and the ball game stopped suddenly.

"Huh de dum?" What is THAT?

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Uuuuuuuuuh.

UUUUUUUUUH.

This is fine.

This was only going to get worse before it got better and Josh was pretty willing to accept this reality. They may be a CORPSE in those freedom trees if this were real life which thankfully this was not. So in situations like this...you needed to play to your strengths. He knew there was no way he could physically best a single troll and that a whole little army of them was just impossible. He wasn't supposed to use magic against them unless as a last resort, and honestly he wasn't even thinking about his wand at the moment. Where he felt his strength may be was in distraction ... and as his eyes darted around for inspiration all he could think about was how he was on a bridge...

On a bridge in troubled times...

...a bridge over troubled water...

Well...this was going to be a disaster.

"When..." he began, his voice cracking just a little in the heat of the moment and high key nervousness that THIS was somehow his master plan of the moment. But he found the right notes half a breath later and got his head in the game. "When you're weeeeeeearyyyy...feeeeeeling small..." Kindoflikehowhewasfeelingrightnow. "When tears AAAAare in .... your eeeEEEeeeeyes," he continued, throwing in a few runs to his vocals and lifting his hands a bit to the side to show that he was...harmless? Probably not exactly smart because he doubted they really cared about THAT...but hErE wE aRe. "....I will dry them aaaaaaall..."

Wat? WAT WAS THIS?

The trolls behind Josh threw their hands over their ears, letting out grunt-screams of protest to the NOISES coming from his mouth. To the trolls, this was honestly the worst thing that could happen to them. They didn't know English. It was just a cacophony of high-pitched sounds.

The ones pushing the boulder, however, were less patient and less tortured, since they were further away. "NUUUUUUUUUUUUH!" the biggest one grunted, throwing a small rock about the size of a softball at Josh's head.

Could he NOT?

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

Cole had just reached the bridge when he felt how his ankles were grabbed from either side and next minute he was face to face with two hairy and horned purple coloured river trolls. One snarled loudly in his face and the other had begun licking at his right leg. "Get off me! I’m a wizard, not some tasty dinner. HELP! Wizard in peril!" Cole screamed in panic as he tried to wriggle free while the reality of his predicament set in. How was he going to get out of this?

He was alone on a bridge and he couldn’t use physical force or magic. Cole sadly didn’t have any friends he could call on so what to do? He stole a glance over the side of the bridge to see how high up he was. Maybe he could try to escape into the water? Nervously he locked eyes with the troll in front of him trying to plead. "Please Mr River Troll Sir can't you let me go?"

The pleas meant nothing to the river trolls, as the one holding his ankles went ahead and chomped its jaws into his leg. The taller one, in his face, just cackled and got out a length of rope to start tying him up.

Cole was skinny, so one of 'em could probably just throw him over their shoulder and carry him back to camp. As he started tying Cole up, though, the river troll noticed his companion starting on the dinner RAW.

"NUUUUUUUUUUUH!" he grunted, kicking his companion away from Cole's ankles. "NUHUHUH FRRRUNG! JESZKEE! SKEEP SKEEP!"

The troll biting him scurried away with the kick and instead stood up, puffing itself up for a fight, and deciding to throw itself onto the troll doing the binding. Naturally, the wrestlemania began right in front of Cole, who was only half-tied up around the arms and shoulders.

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

One step in on the bridge and Claudine realised she should have gone a different route. Then again, what was the fun in that? And what would be the learning experience? Still, she let out a small scream as she was hoisted in the air. Stupid trap. She peered down to see the distance from her spot in the air to the bridge. The girl then threw the trolls on both sides of her a nasty look. Oh yeah? They wanted to mess with her?

They needed to think again.

“Diffindo,’’ Claudine said calmly and making the cursive n- like wand movement. A jet of light pink light shot out of her wand which was aimed at the top of the net. Immediately after, her wand was directed at the trolls on her left. Or rather, at that piece of the bridge that separated her and that particular set. “Diffindo.’’ Her aim? To put a giant space in the bridge so that the trolls could not get to her; to rip some of the boards away. That meant she might only have to deal with the ones on the right. Trolls were stupid so chances were the left trolls would not figure out that they could jump over The Great Divide.

The net started to rip and tip Claudine precariously toward the river. The trolls below started grunting and freaking out, a few of them moving to try to stand beneath the net, in case she fell on them directly. A few others felt the STONE bridge start to crumble beneath their feet. It was just a few stones that grew holes in them because of their spell, but it was enough to cause all the trolls to start to grow distressed and angry.

Two of the smallest (and smelliest) started to form a troll chain, climbing on top of each other in order to try to reach up to her. If dinner wouldn't wait to be roasted, these two supposed they could just eat her raw.

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Originally Posted by Fireheart

Expecting a raging troll to pop out of the water, Avalon held her wand at the ready. Williamson had said no magic unless it was necessary, but simply holding her wand made her feel better - it was like a security blanket. But nothing happened. The water remained still. Hearing the footsteps getting louder and louder behind her, Avalon knew she had to make it across somehow. A little voice inside her told her that the bridge was a trick, and there were surely trolls underneath it. But that shiny thing - could it be something to help her across? She had to make a decision, and fast. Stepping onto the bridge seemed like the stupidest thing to do. If there was one thing that was reinforced from the pensieve, it was to never attempt to cross a troll bridge unprepared.

But trolls did like Muggle things. And shoes. So Avalon removed her footwear, leaving one right on the riverbank for the potential trolls in the water and tossing another behind her for whatever footsteps were coming. Perhaps it would distract the trolls long enough for her to get across. In the mean time, she crouched into the shadows, by a nearby bush, and waited to see what would happen next.

Taking off her shoes was a stroke of inspired genius, as it did indeed draw out a young troll wearing a paper crown of sorts. The troll walked up to her shoe on the riverbank and gave it a sniff, immediately sticking into its mouth for a taste.

"Mmmmmmmmm," came the deep rumble of satisfaction from this troll. Must find more. The troll sniffed at the air, then began to follow its nose straight for the bushes where Avalon was hiding. It put out its thick, club-like arms and started shaking the bushes.

Shoes? Did shoes grow on here?

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Originally Posted by Daydreamer11

Naya really thought she could out run the troll stampede. Sadly, she was wrong. Concentrating on her destination, she was caught off guard when the first troll bumped her with his elbow. That broke her stride, but she was able to recover......briefly. When the next several trolls elbowed her on their way past, she felt herself falling.

Naya had no desire to fall into the nasty troll water, but that seemed inevitable. Holding her wand tightly as she fell, she quickly said, “Arresto Momentum”. Well, it could of been worse. Naya ended up in the water, but gently. She was a good swimmer, so that wasn’t the problem, but she had to get away from whatever was freaking the trolls out. She decided to go under the bridge with the intention of still heading toward the trees. So she stealthily she hoped tried to make her way through the water and into the trees.

As most of the trolls were on top of the bridge and not in the water, falling off the bridge proved to be boon to the girl. However, there were so many trolls crossing the bridge at once that it started to groan, and creak, and let off a thick coating of stone dust.

Was it possible that the weight of the trolls were causing the bridge to fail?! With a loud CREAK of protest, a hole broke through the bridge, then another. Suddenly, the entire bridge appeared to be losing stones as trolls fell through the bridge and into the water, and several of them immediately started swimming for Naya.

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Originally Posted by astrocat

Ashley yanked her hand back from the troll by using a grip break. OW. THat was her injured hand! "STOP! LET GO OF ME NOW! GO EAT SOMEONE ELSE"S FINGERS! SERIOUSLY LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU CAN EVEN HAVE MY SWEATER IF YOU LET ME GO. MY FINGERS ARE BURNED ANYWAY! STOP BEING MEAN! WHY CAN'T WE JUST BE FRIENDS AND AGREE TO NOT EAT EACH OTHER!?!?" Hopefully that would scare the little troll off. It worked for bears, why not trolls? "Lumos," she said, pointing her wand in the river, trying to gauge if it was safe to jump in. She attempted some troll. "Guhr RUrhk GURH"

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Originally Posted by Waddles

Mamie pulled hand away from the troll as soon as it released her. She frowned, watching the the troll gesture at her and then at the unicorn. It...it wanted the unicorn? She glanced uneasily back at the unicorn. Was the troll just going to eat it? It was awfully pretty, and hadn't done anything wrong. If the choice was between eating her and eating the unicorn...Mamie took a deep breath and tried to remind herself that this wasn't real, just a daydream simulation. Maybe if she just tried to get the unicorn to come closer, the troll would let her go. She didn't know how to capture a unicorn, after all.

She took a few cautious steps toward the unicorn. She did NOT want the troll to think she was trying to run away and grab her again. "He-heeere, unicorn, unicorn," she called softly. "Here, pretty unicorn," she said. Ooh, maybe she could get the unicorn to run at the troll and attack it. Were unicorns aggressive? She dug in her pockets, looking for any snacks that the unicorn might want. Nope, no snacks. She held her empty hand out toward the unicorn anyway. "Heeere unicorn," she said hopefully.

Not wanting the troll to think she forgot about it, she looked back at the troll between attempts to call the unicorn. "Hhhrehguh," she grunted at it, trying to indicate that she was trying to get it what it wanted before returning to calling the unicorn.

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Eeeeeee! A BABY TROLL!!!

Caution who?? Lesson learned from Professor Williamson WHERE?!?!

Emmerson skipped across the bridge, making silly faces at the baby troll the whooooole time. Had to make sure she didn't spook it. Where was Kizzy? Didn't she want to come get this baby troll with her? Look how cuuute. Even his little horns. She would call him Toby and he would be loved.

"Here Toby....heeeeere Toby." On the other side, the little girl slowed down to approach the bush. "Here boy, c'mere, heeeere Toby." Did he like snacks? She could pretend to have some.

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Why had it not stuck in her head that the bridge was stone? There went her plan now. She’d need to think of something… and fast. Fighting back panic because she was now being tipped towards the river. Would falling into the river be such a bad thing? Claudine didn’t know at the moment because those trolls were distracting her with their grunting. On top of that, two were climbing on each other in an attempt to reach her. And they smelt terrible. Her dark brown eyes started to water because of this fact but the girl blinked rapidly to clear them.

“Impedimenta!’’ Hopefully that handy little spell would be able to buy her some time. “Diffindo.’’ Claudine’s wand was once again pointed at the net, in an effort to hurry the ripping process up. There was another plan in mind but it now depended on where the net tipped her.

The net continued to rip, much to the dismay of the trolls beneath it, one of whom was gaping and grunting at the girl in such distress that it actually let its grip of the net go...

Annnnnnd down she went, half-ripped net and all, tumbling into the depths of the river. Fortunately for Claudine, most all the trolls on the bridge were hit by her Impediment Jinx, and unable to jump in after her to give chase.

Perhaps she'd be able to swim away?

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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy

Heath watched, intrigued, as the baby troll came closer. Yes! That’s it, baby troll, he thought. Just a little farther... He kept making the click, click noise with the pen cap as it approached, and for a moment, he thought he might actually succeed in befriending the little one. Then it started wailing. Heath’s heart sank for two reasons. One: that racket was bound to alert the baby’s mum and dad, who he knew couldn’t be far. Two (and perhaps just as important): he didn’t like seeing any creature in distress, with the exception of a few truly evil humans who deserved to suffer.

Oh, no! Poor baby troll! Don’t cry… Heath had no idea what he’d done to set it off, but he knew he had to figure out how to calm it and fast! Okay, so it probably didn’t like the pen. Now what? As he looked around, his eyes fell to the doll at his feet. Was this what the baby wanted? If so, how could he give it back without walking onto the bridge? Sorry, little troll, but he was in no mood to be the guest of honor at a troll family reunion!

An idea suddenly occurred to him! The only problem was he needed his wand to do it, but he also needed his wand to see his surroundings. Maybe there was a way he could do both… “Nox,” Heath whispered, allowing the light from his wand to go out. Wasting no time, he cast another spell, and bluebell flames hovered over his left hand. Now that his wand was free, he could use it for what he had in mind. “Wingardium leviosa,” he cast on the doll, watching as it rose in the air. Taking a cautious step forward, he directed it down the bridge toward its owner, bouncing it up and down a little in an attempt to make it look like it was dancing. He wan’t using magic to harm the troll; he was using it to entertain it.

Come on, baby troll! Watch the dollie...

Miraculously, the trick seemed to work. The baby troll stopped crying and began clapping, stomping, and cheering for the dancing dolly.

Though what was more entertaining than the dollie was the fire in Heath's hand. The troll took its eyes off the dollie and began staring at the fire like a moth drawn to flame. It took a few steps toward him, then a few more, and then began running toward the source of the flames.

Was it going to run him down? Or would the two angry, full-grown river trolls that emerged from under the bridge get to him first?

They had heard the cries of their baby and were now hellbent on destroying whomever had made it cry...

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

The baby saw her! The baby saw her! Without thinking, the little gryffindor threw her hand into the air and started waving back at the little baby and it's helicopter dragon!!!

But wait.

Was this a bad idea? Kizzy dropped her hand to THINK. Professor Williamson said she wasn't supposed to hug the trolls (even though they looked SO huggable). And she didn't want to get eaten. And--BUT LOOK AT THE LITTLE ONE.

So naturally, Kinsay made the decision to stay put and continue waving. Technically she wasn't breaking Professor Williamson's rules because she wasn't running at them for hugs. If THEY ran at her for hugs though... Who was she to deny?

The h00man was BECKONING her to come! LOOK! "Hurhurhurur!" the troll baby cried, flinging its dragon backwards and taking off across the bridge and towards Kinsay at a hearty toddle.

Mama and papa troll were too busy crunching through the bones of whatever meat they'd been eating to notice her leave....

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Originally Posted by Daydreamer11

Once again Naya thought she had made a good decision and would make it to the trees before anything else bad happened. Once again, she was wrong. As she tried to stay hidden while swimming under the bridge, she felt something falling on her. Not sure what it was, Naya looked up just in time for a stone to hit her in the head. “Oh no. Seriously?” As more and more stones began to fall, the Gryffindor knew what was coming next.

Naya quickly got herself out from beneath the bridge and with not a moment to spare. Before you could say Merlin’s Beard, the bridge came tumbling down and with it many, many trolls. As if that wasn’t bad enough, some trolls were heading her way and they seemed to be moving with a purpose. Welp, there was only one thing that Naya could think of to do. Her track skills hadn’t helped, now her swimming abilities were being tested. She dove under the water, hoping that the trolls were too dumb to figure out her plan. Doubtful, but she had to go for it. Hoping she could hold her breath long enough, Naya swam underwater. She was determined to get away........or else.

The trolls were, indeed, confused when the hooman disappeared. One actually scratched at its head while the other leaned back, determined to float away from this mess.

Meanwhile, the thing that had chased them out of the forest began to appear over the tops of the trees, blocking out the setting sun. It was a full-grown giant, and it was headed straight for the river!

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

OK her plan worked! They were distracted! They were stopping!

WAIT WAIT WAIT -

THEY WERE NOT STOPPPING. Only some of them were - and some of them were taken care of by the birds, and so Aboli screeeeeeeched when one of the trolls decided to try to JUMP on her. She stumbled and fell, feeeeeeeeling that in her side.

Ouch.

She was fine, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

She scurried up as quickly as she could, not letting the brief hit stop her, and one of the slower moving trolls stepped by and Aboli thought it was her chance! She HOPPED onto the larger troll's feet and wrapped her arms around his leg, dying from the smell a little but otherwise okay. Now would she be able to hold on?! She had her wand clutched in her hand in case anything went awry...

Did the trolls notice that they had a tourist on board now? Not even a little bit.

They continued stampeding across the bridge, making it onto the dirt, and then started pushing and shoving each other proudly. The one carrying Aboli on its leg might've even let a few victorious farts escape from its bum and it plopped down on the ground to stretch out and catch its putrid breath...

OOC: Thank you all so much for coming and participating! Feel free to have your charrie react to the daydream ending/post their leaving. I'll close the thread in the morning.