Cedric's heart races, anticipation and fear building up until he can't stand it anymore. What if it's just a stick? What if it's the wand, but it can't be reached? And what if he does find the wand, but he's not clever enough to get them out of here?
He whispers a desperate prayer, the words dying when the object touches his hand. The warmth that surges up his arm at the contact is unmistakable.
With a tentative hopeful smile that no one can see, he sets about the first order of business: more air. He knows what to do when one is underground and oxygen is scarce. He forces his arm between their chests, whispering apologies for the discomfort, and conjures two very familiar bubbles.
Howard should now have a full oxygen mask in the form of a bubble, one that won't pop or run out of air to convert. With that done, he feels freer to speak.
"There. Now help me think---apparition's out, so there has to be another way."
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He whispers a desperate prayer, the words dying when the object touches his hand. The warmth that surges up his arm at the contact is unmistakable.
With a tentative hopeful smile that no one can see, he sets about the first order of business: more air. He knows what to do when one is underground and oxygen is scarce. He forces his arm between their chests, whispering apologies for the discomfort, and conjures two very familiar bubbles.
Howard should now have a full oxygen mask in the form of a bubble, one that won't pop or run out of air to convert. With that done, he feels freer to speak.
"There. Now help me think---apparition's out, so there has to be another way."