*Snape's landing is not graceful, but at least he's near Wesley. It feels good to lie still for a moment, his body bruised from the cliff. The winds haven't helped his nausea, either, or his headache. He hears Pryce's voice, catching perhaps every three or four words over the howling winds.*

"...impossible...have to...one another...escape..."

*He mentally fills in the blanks and comes to the same conclusion, so he belly-crawls his way to Pryce's side and grasps his wrist tightly. He briefly reflects on how appropriate many people he knew would have found his slithering movements, considering he had been the head of Slytherin House at Hogwarts for so long. He drags himself right up to Pryce's face and practically yells at him.*

Crawl! Stay low!

Mood: exasperated