*Snape's body has finally healed enough to be dangerous to itself again. He wishes he could just lie still and let the healing process finish, but his body has other ideas. His legs and arms twitch and, despite his efforts to stop them, drag him in short jerks away from the relative safety of his previous position. Fortunately, he still seems to have control of his now-healed jaw, which he uses to roundly curse the rest of him.*
Stop, you damn traitors! Don't you dare!
*But, of course, they do, and he grunts and complains as they drag him along. He narrowly avoids falling into a narrow shaft by exerting the utmost effort to roll onto his back, and for a moment, he thinks he has them stumped. However, his legs and arms decide to work in tandem to roll him back onto his chest for easier dragging.*
Oh, no you don't!
*Snape's attempts to keep himself on his back and his body's attempt to flip him the other way means that there is a lot of rolling and, of course, cursing. Snape tries to be mindful of the pits and shafts but sooner or later realizes he's likely to lose this battle of wills. He calls out desperately for help.*
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Stop, you damn traitors! Don't you dare!
*But, of course, they do, and he grunts and complains as they drag him along. He narrowly avoids falling into a narrow shaft by exerting the utmost effort to roll onto his back, and for a moment, he thinks he has them stumped. However, his legs and arms decide to work in tandem to roll him back onto his chest for easier dragging.*
Oh, no you don't!
*Snape's attempts to keep himself on his back and his body's attempt to flip him the other way means that there is a lot of rolling and, of course, cursing. Snape tries to be mindful of the pits and shafts but sooner or later realizes he's likely to lose this battle of wills. He calls out desperately for help.*
Wesley!