Nausea ripped through her as Fallon struggled up to her feet. A portkey?! The fucking key was a portkey? How had she, or any of the two colleagues she passed the key to to investigate it, not noticed the intricate spellwork that went into creating a portkey? None of the diagnostic charms she cast showed anything other than a simple iron key. And yet, here she was in the fucking tundra with Lachlan MacFusty of all people.
"Nothing," she explained, equally frustrated. "I was looking for my watch to check the time and now we're here." Fallon wasn't about to admit to not having had the key on her person at the start of the day. Lachlan already thought her a poor excuse of an auror, and being unaware of the contents of her pockets wasn't exactly a strike in her favor. "Where here is exactly, I've no bloody idea."
Her thin trousers were soaked through to her underthings, causing her to shiver involuntarily. While she was a master of apparition, she couldn't risk it without knowing how far the portkey had taken them. The further away from the destination, the greater the chances of splinching or death. They had to find a village or shelter of some kind. Something where they could think properly before freezing to death.
She then removed her wand and cast a drying charm on them both. His layers didn't appear to be as thin as her own, but the water would freeze at any rate. "We need to find shelter," she told him. The years of training had prepared her for such misadventures, or so she hoped. Fallon turned from him and scanned the mostly flat surface. A broom would be bloody useful right about now, for at least then they'd be able to fly to the tiny hill on the horizon. However, asking him for a broom after the day he had wasn't in her best interest, either. "That's probably our best bet. Were you any good at charms? I can make your clothes warmer if that's alright with you." It would be a long trek if he had to deal with ice in his boots.
Merlin, Fallon hoped they didn't freeze to death.
"Nothing," she explained, equally frustrated. "I was looking for my watch to check the time and now we're here." Fallon wasn't about to admit to not having had the key on her person at the start of the day. Lachlan already thought her a poor excuse of an auror, and being unaware of the contents of her pockets wasn't exactly a strike in her favor. "Where here is exactly, I've no bloody idea."
Her thin trousers were soaked through to her underthings, causing her to shiver involuntarily. While she was a master of apparition, she couldn't risk it without knowing how far the portkey had taken them. The further away from the destination, the greater the chances of splinching or death. They had to find a village or shelter of some kind. Something where they could think properly before freezing to death.
She then removed her wand and cast a drying charm on them both. His layers didn't appear to be as thin as her own, but the water would freeze at any rate. "We need to find shelter," she told him. The years of training had prepared her for such misadventures, or so she hoped. Fallon turned from him and scanned the mostly flat surface. A broom would be bloody useful right about now, for at least then they'd be able to fly to the tiny hill on the horizon. However, asking him for a broom after the day he had wasn't in her best interest, either. "That's probably our best bet. Were you any good at charms? I can make your clothes warmer if that's alright with you." It would be a long trek if he had to deal with ice in his boots.
Merlin, Fallon hoped they didn't freeze to death.