“I’d be much obliged,” Both for the lift and for his help casting a few warming charms; they were the least he could do. Meeting his gaze Avery caught the look in his eyes as he waved his wand over her. To his credit, he didn’t looked alarmed, more interested than anything. Warmth immediately started to trickle through her, first starting in her core and then slowly spreading to her extremities. Cupping her hands together in front of her, she breathed into them, hoping to speed up the process. As she did so, he pointed out the changes in her appearance. Without hesitation she nodded, still waiting for the warming charms to help. They would only do so much - the rest would need to be with the aid of a potion and some dry clothes.
“Yes,” she said between breaths, before looking back up at the bridge. Her carpet bag - she’d stored her wand in there. If memory served her correctly, it hadn’t been launched into the water with her so it must be somewhere scattered on the pavement. Giving herself a shake, she tried to concentrate on returning her features to their natural state. “I haven’t really mastered controlling my abilities when I’m cold.” She explained, reaching up to grasp his arm and pull herself to her feet. She gave herself another shake; to no avail, as she saw her hair still remained white.
“I’m a metamorphmagus, if that needed more explainin’ to you or not.” Rubbing her palms together, Avery had finally managed to regain feeling in her fingers again. She flexed them experimentally a few times before looking down and assessing the state of her clothes. A good wash and dry by the fire should restore them to good sorts; using his arm for balance, she leaned to the side and shook her foot. The feeling of water sloshing around in her boot made her nose scrunch. What a horrid feeling. She was used to dust and mud and rain but getting fully drenched was among one of the last things she would volunteer herself up for.
“Would you be so kind as to help me back up so I can get to my bag?” She asked, already taking a few steps in that direction. And perhaps so I could scold also the driver. The return of feeling in her arms and legs seemed to have also brought back the realization she could have been seriously injured if she'd landed on a fully frozen lake.
“Yes,” she said between breaths, before looking back up at the bridge. Her carpet bag - she’d stored her wand in there. If memory served her correctly, it hadn’t been launched into the water with her so it must be somewhere scattered on the pavement. Giving herself a shake, she tried to concentrate on returning her features to their natural state. “I haven’t really mastered controlling my abilities when I’m cold.” She explained, reaching up to grasp his arm and pull herself to her feet. She gave herself another shake; to no avail, as she saw her hair still remained white.
“I’m a metamorphmagus, if that needed more explainin’ to you or not.” Rubbing her palms together, Avery had finally managed to regain feeling in her fingers again. She flexed them experimentally a few times before looking down and assessing the state of her clothes. A good wash and dry by the fire should restore them to good sorts; using his arm for balance, she leaned to the side and shook her foot. The feeling of water sloshing around in her boot made her nose scrunch. What a horrid feeling. She was used to dust and mud and rain but getting fully drenched was among one of the last things she would volunteer herself up for.
“Would you be so kind as to help me back up so I can get to my bag?” She asked, already taking a few steps in that direction. And perhaps so I could scold also the driver. The return of feeling in her arms and legs seemed to have also brought back the realization she could have been seriously injured if she'd landed on a fully frozen lake.
