Helga was (admittedly) pleased when the root didn't budge. In a way, it meant she would have more time with Mr. Longbottom before he continued on his jog, but at the same time she was left with the possibility of being stuck here. He had no wand, she had no wand, and there was nobody within earshot. How embarrassing would it be if he had to call someone to come help her? There would be no tale of heroism, no grand thank yous—nothing!

"I do not," she said, the guilt evident in her tone. She didn't usually bring her wand unless she'd planned something inherently magical. All she had was her coin purse and her outfit.

"Wait!" she said suddenly, moving her hands to her hair where she began fishing for something. She pulled out a sharp pin a moment later that was nearly the length of a needle and at least twice as thick. It had a pointy end that she imaged could be use to cut it (if not just scare it away). "My hair pin. It's sharp," she explained, presenting it to him with an open palm. She felt the heat rise on her cheeks as a strand of hair fell away from her bun as a result. Hopefully they could get her out of this before she lost her updo completely!

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