"Quite the streak of bad luck you have, my dear." Beckett chided, clearly teasing as he moved closer, bending down to examine the offending root. "Or perhaps lucky as we keep running into one another this way?" He smiled playfully at her, every the tease. If there was one thing Beckett was good at (besides quidditch) it was flirting. Plus this seemed like a chance to lighten the mood.

Edging closer, he looked around, seeing if he could find the source of the root, but perhaps she just didn't have enough leverage from her position to fix the problem. Not to mention if she felt it twisted, it was probably highly uncomfortable. "Let's see about getting you out of here then." He suggested, giving the root a tentative tug, only to find it resolutely stuck in place. "Enchanted indeed." Becks refused to believe he wasn't strong enough to move it himself if it wasn't magically enhanced. Now just what kind of tree were they dealing with here...

Moving in again, he wrapped both hands around the root on either side of her ankle, and gave a good upward yank.