*Snape is momentarily distracted by Wesley and his limbs find that, for a split second, they have total control. It is all the time they need. His arms and legs push simultaneously and roll him after Wesley.

Snape grunts as he mercifully lands on something soft this time. Unfortunately, for Wesley, he _is_ the something soft.*

Sorry, *Snape apologizes, and finds that he can command his body to roll off his companion. Now that he's lying at the bottom of a shaft, where he apparently can't, at this moment, fall any farther, his legs and arms seem content to be under his control, for now.*