Snippet #1311087

"He said it was an Anti-Werewolf Potion." Hermione said, moving to take a seat next to him. "He didn't say what it would do, but to keep it--it might be useful." She blinked, staring at it and glancing over at him. "What do you make of that?

"Likely a trick." Harry replied, taking a quick glance at the potion in Hermione's hands. He doubted very much that Kreazil would hand something like that over to them. Unfortunately, he wasn't adept enough at potions to really figure out if it was really what Kreazil claimed it was. They needed Alphonse to take a look at it before they could be sure.

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"I suppose so." He sighed, embarrassment flooding his cheeks with a beet red flush. "I certainly feel like a damn fool." Getting up and helping Evie to her feet, he shook himself off and tried to wipe off the mud again, glancing over at her.

Evelynne accepted his hand as he pulled her to her feet, rubbing the back of her head as she stood. she felt a little dizzy, but she doubted that was entirely due to the fall.

"...Are you alright? I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?" He asked, feeling even worse now about his hasty actions, not making a move towards the music box at first, not wanting to appear as a senseless jerk.

Eve raised her emerald eyes to lock with Ryu's own, "Don't worry about it, Ryu. I'll be fine." She said, smiling at the end to show that she wasn't angry. Her attention turned back to the music box and she hesitantly approached it, eyes inspecting the box and the ground around it for any clues or traps, "I don't see anything suspicious... Do you? I mean it could-" She stopped suddenly when she heard a low and rough growling in the forest, a sound coming from an animal she had never heard before. Well, that wasn't true, there was something familiar about the sound but she couldn't place it. All she knew was that it was a very terrifying and violent sounding animal that she didn't want them to meet face to face. While she was good with magical creatures, there were some that you just couldn't control and she had a feeling this may be one of them.

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"Oh!" Dimitri spoke, slowly reaching up to take her hand, not knowing what was about to happen. "Well, uh, I suppose I could suggest the dragon reserve, or maybe the Temple of the Elders..."

Natasha nodded, continuing to smile, "the Temple of the Elders sounds interesting." She remarked, leaning forward to close the space between their hands while at the same time she plucked the glass ball from the belt around her waist. She held the ball at her side, hoping she was right to think she only had seconds left. Her hand connected with the young boys and she gripped it firmly in her own, "I'm sorry to say, though, that my trip has been cut short. I'm going to go back now and you're coming with me, Dimitri." Her voice had lost the bright happy tone that she had been forced to use for the past hour, and her smile darkened considerably as she eyed the boy. "Actually, I'm not sorry to say that. I fucking hated every moment of being here." She dead panned and suddenly felt the pull from somewhere behind her belly button that alerted her to the fact that the port key was about to work. Natasha tightened her grip on the boys arm, not caring if it bruised the boy, and felt the sand beneath them suddenly vanish in an instead as the port key whisked them away from the beach.

within half a second, which had really felt much longer, there was a loud POP! and they were on the castle floor in the middle of the living room at Lucius' feet. She stood up, still gripping the boy's arm, and tossed the glass ball at Lucius while holding Dimitri firmly at her side, "Merry Christmas, Lucius." She said with a half a smile, auburn hair curling around her face as she used her free hand to brush sand from her long pale legs.