Post by Caleb Frost on Jul 19, 2008 12:50:50 GMT -5
In case of an emergency plane crash, your seat cushion will act as a flotation device.
"Really, it was fascinating meeting the both of you," Lyra chatted, cheery eyed," But I really must be going.. I have.. homework and such to attend to, tests to fail, things to study, owls to feed, things to--" She was cut off by the noise of her small shriek as she slid, once again, in that same puddle. She landed hard on the cold, stone floor, her right hand twisted underneath her little body, which now resembled a pretzel.
Caleb was over beside her before she could say anything about being all right. Now he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight until she was nicely tucked away in the castle, but even then he could picture her falling off one of the moving staircases. He winced at the thought of her little self gnarled on the floor, her miniscule limbs out around her like a flying saucer’s beams.
Why do those things even move?
I guess people in the wizarding world are free of crazy, sue-happy parents.
Before he could think of anything else that could possibly go wrong, he reached towards her hand.
“Let me see your hand,” He somewhat asked, taking it anyways before she could say something or move, which might hurt it even more. She let out a sharp cry the moment he touched it. It was purple and red and black all over, and swelled up like an over ripe grape.
“We need to get you to the hospital wing fast.” He said, stating the obvious. He took her good hand and helped her up gingerly and slowly, and steadied her with his arm until she was safely away from the puddle of doom. He motioned for Tallia to come with them after he let go of Lyra, and the three set off towards the castle.