Adrenaline had numbed her to the coldness of the water and kept her alert enough to make sure Theo was saved one way or another but quite suddenly it had been impossible to stay afloat. She had been kicking aimlessly, clutching the bank so tightly that the dirt under her nails had cracked more than one of them, and somehow it had worked, but her ability to draw on the save reserves of preservation were too drained to save herself.

And so she found herself taking on altogether too much water and spluttering as the freezing fluid prevented her from being able to take a breath. She panicked when her head went under but her dress pulled her under and she thought all was lost: until something blurry but substantial appeared in front of her water-logged vision. She grabbed for it immediately and pulled sharply, just about raising her face out of the water and taking a gasping breathe.

“Wand-” She spluttered, arms flailing up to point at the blanket she had been sitting on with her son, before letting go of him again, grabbing the edge of the bank with desperately, grasping fingers. “My wand.”