After deciding to stick to your own strengths, you and Neville run into the forest, leaving the Cornucopia behind you. A couple spells narrowly miss you as you follow Neville between two bushes, hitting the ground right where your feet had just been moments before. Twigs scratch your arms since you've put them up to protect your face as you make your way into the forest, but there's nothing too deep to draw blood.
Finally, you and Neville are out of the thick of it, and you've put enough distance between you and the Cornucopia to slow down. You grip your wand and the diadem tightly, determined not to let anything interfere with your attempt to get out of there, but you loosen them now a little since it seems you and Neville are alone for now. It's best to keep your guard up though, you tell yourself. You wish you could live in a world where the greatest adversities were convincing people that Blibbering Humdingers or Moon Frogs exist, and you could have gotten to know your mother.
You think of your father -- you know how difficult it must be for him to watch -- and your heart aches, like the ventricles and aortas are being tugged down by a scorching Sorcerer's Stone. People so often mistake your quirkiness for shallowness, when really, you feel very deeply and would do anything to help the ones you love.
As you safely pack Ravenclaw's diadem into the satchel, delighted you've retrieved such an important artifact, a Ravenclaw one, you stop dead in your tracks when a thought comes to your mind.
"Luna, what's wrong?" asks Neville.
You open your gray eyes wide in a look of profound seriousness and place a finger upon your lips, urging Neville to remain quiet.
"Nargles," you whisper, scanning the forest and treetops for any sign of mistletoe. "They could be anywhere."
Neville seems hesitant to believe you, and fellow Tributes could come up from behind you at any time if you stop to take care of them. If a Nargle stole the diadem, however, a valuable asset could be lost, and there's no way you'd let anyone or anything, especially Nargles, take it from you.
Should you
A) Search for a cork charm to deflect the Nargles?
Or
B) Keep going?
Finally, you and Neville are out of the thick of it, and you've put enough distance between you and the Cornucopia to slow down. You grip your wand and the diadem tightly, determined not to let anything interfere with your attempt to get out of there, but you loosen them now a little since it seems you and Neville are alone for now. It's best to keep your guard up though, you tell yourself. You wish you could live in a world where the greatest adversities were convincing people that Blibbering Humdingers or Moon Frogs exist, and you could have gotten to know your mother.
You think of your father -- you know how difficult it must be for him to watch -- and your heart aches, like the ventricles and aortas are being tugged down by a scorching Sorcerer's Stone. People so often mistake your quirkiness for shallowness, when really, you feel very deeply and would do anything to help the ones you love.
As you safely pack Ravenclaw's diadem into the satchel, delighted you've retrieved such an important artifact, a Ravenclaw one, you stop dead in your tracks when a thought comes to your mind.
"Luna, what's wrong?" asks Neville.
You open your gray eyes wide in a look of profound seriousness and place a finger upon your lips, urging Neville to remain quiet.
"Nargles," you whisper, scanning the forest and treetops for any sign of mistletoe. "They could be anywhere."
Neville seems hesitant to believe you, and fellow Tributes could come up from behind you at any time if you stop to take care of them. If a Nargle stole the diadem, however, a valuable asset could be lost, and there's no way you'd let anyone or anything, especially Nargles, take it from you.
A) Search for a cork charm to deflect the Nargles?
Or
B) Keep going?