This driver was worse than the ones on the Knight Bus. He’d gotten a magical cab, and they had woven in and out of muggle London at a frenetic pace. In a magical park, the hansom had sped up still further. Trystan hadn’t known what was happening until there was a cry from the driver outside, and he hit the roof to see them stop.
Sliding out of the cab, he swiftly gleaned what had happened – for Merlin’s sake, if this driver had just made him complicit to a hit and run accident, he would... Leaving the driver to his muttering – it had been the other driver’s fault, apparently – Trystan came around down to the water’s side, surveying the broken-off pieces of cart, and there –
A woman had just surfaced in the lake. He couldn’t tell whether she knew how to swim or was too much in shock, but thankfully this was a magical area, and easy to take action; without hesitation, Trystan waded in to his knees, calling to her to get her attention this way, and cast Carpe Retractum to start pulling her towards him.
Sliding out of the cab, he swiftly gleaned what had happened – for Merlin’s sake, if this driver had just made him complicit to a hit and run accident, he would... Leaving the driver to his muttering – it had been the other driver’s fault, apparently – Trystan came around down to the water’s side, surveying the broken-off pieces of cart, and there –
A woman had just surfaced in the lake. He couldn’t tell whether she knew how to swim or was too much in shock, but thankfully this was a magical area, and easy to take action; without hesitation, Trystan waded in to his knees, calling to her to get her attention this way, and cast Carpe Retractum to start pulling her towards him.
