*Wesley begins to bellycrawl, clasping Snape's wrist and staying low, trying to ignore the queasiness and the awful pulsing in his head. Slowly, they begin to make their way across the desolate, craggy landscape, avoiding the majority of the native shades who are caught up in the winds.*
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Date: 2009-12-16 06:51 pm (UTC)