His arms were burning by the time he reached one of the porches, itching to look back to see if the others were okay but equally aware that dawdling in a sky of fire wasn't very smart. Fortunately, his arms were so literally burning, only they just felt like it. That said, the hair on his arms was now very patchy and there were lovely welts where the "rain" had hit him. He brushed his hand against the spot where a hail stone had grazed his head and found it still came away bloody, otherwise it seemed like a shallow enough wound that he could go on ignoring it for now.
The hail seemed to have stopped which was a blessing, but the fire rain remained. It at least seemed a little less torrential or was it his imagination now that he was relatively safe from the elements? Squinting through the weather, Theo tried to figure out what the current situation was. As an auror he felt obligated to go above and beyond to help, but loitering in someone's porch didn't feel very brave or very helpful. There had to be something he could do... He scanned his surroundings until his eyes came to rest on the hailstones that were still in reasonably good condition. Someone had said something - hadn't they? - about collecting them. Even if he'd misheard, it might prove useful to collect what he could of them.
Bracing himself for fiery impact, Theo raced out from the porch and began scrambling for shards of ice. He had a bit more than a couple handfuls of hail when he spotted Umbridge across from him scrambling into a sheltered doorway. "I'VE GOT ICE!" he yelled, sprinting through the fire-rain to join them. He came to an abrupt halt in front of them, cradling ice he really hoped wasn't melting as fast as he thought it was. "Quick, it's melting!" He made a vague yet frantic gesture at the clumps of hail in his arms.
The hail seemed to have stopped which was a blessing, but the fire rain remained. It at least seemed a little less torrential or was it his imagination now that he was relatively safe from the elements? Squinting through the weather, Theo tried to figure out what the current situation was. As an auror he felt obligated to go above and beyond to help, but loitering in someone's porch didn't feel very brave or very helpful. There had to be something he could do... He scanned his surroundings until his eyes came to rest on the hailstones that were still in reasonably good condition. Someone had said something - hadn't they? - about collecting them. Even if he'd misheard, it might prove useful to collect what he could of them.
Bracing himself for fiery impact, Theo raced out from the porch and began scrambling for shards of ice. He had a bit more than a couple handfuls of hail when he spotted Umbridge across from him scrambling into a sheltered doorway. "I'VE GOT ICE!" he yelled, sprinting through the fire-rain to join them. He came to an abrupt halt in front of them, cradling ice he really hoped wasn't melting as fast as he thought it was. "Quick, it's melting!" He made a vague yet frantic gesture at the clumps of hail in his arms.
