When he found out what the hell had caused this blizzard, Faustus was going to rain down armageddon. He could feel the terror and helplessness rolling off his wife in waves. It crashed into him, fracturing his heart as he desperately tried to figure out what to do. She looked like she wanted to cave into herself, just to make it all go away. He thought about cradling her in his arms and aparating, but could only remember how at the Sanditon people were killed for doing exactly that. What if he apparated them away and killed them both?
No - he was just going to have to figure out how to make sure they would both make it out alive.
Reaching for his wand, Faustus tried several atmospheric charms, but nothing seemed to work. There was only so much he could do too - the wind bit against his fingers, freezing them to the handle of his wand until he felt like he couldn’t feel them anymore. Even warming charms didn’t seem to do much against the raging blizzard. Faustus stowed his wand away in the pocket under his coat lapel. By now, little by little he was able to feel some sensations in his lower body. He knew he could move his feet inside his boots; it just felt as if something was sitting on them and wouldn’t let up.
It was better than paralyzation.
“Hold on, Marie,” He murmured, using all his strength to try and pull himself forward, towards her. After what felt like an eternity, he’d gathered her in his arms and tucked her close, wrapping his cloak around her to try and shield her from the worst of the wind. “I’m here.” He kept saying. “I’m here.”
No - he was just going to have to figure out how to make sure they would both make it out alive.
Reaching for his wand, Faustus tried several atmospheric charms, but nothing seemed to work. There was only so much he could do too - the wind bit against his fingers, freezing them to the handle of his wand until he felt like he couldn’t feel them anymore. Even warming charms didn’t seem to do much against the raging blizzard. Faustus stowed his wand away in the pocket under his coat lapel. By now, little by little he was able to feel some sensations in his lower body. He knew he could move his feet inside his boots; it just felt as if something was sitting on them and wouldn’t let up.
It was better than paralyzation.
“Hold on, Marie,” He murmured, using all his strength to try and pull himself forward, towards her. After what felt like an eternity, he’d gathered her in his arms and tucked her close, wrapping his cloak around her to try and shield her from the worst of the wind. “I’m here.” He kept saying. “I’m here.”