By the time Fallon realized the magic had worn off on the broom they were already plummeting to the ground. The sparkling reflection forgotten, Fallon tried to find her wand in her pocket, but her hands were too numb to feel anything other than the burning sensation of the wind. Lachlan made no move behind her, was he already dead? He was probably better off that way, at least then he wouldn't feel the pain that Fallon knew to be coming.

Except, as they were just about to hit the surface of the snow, Fallon felt the familiar sensation of a portkey once again. And she, once again, scrambled to touch Lachlan's hands around her. This time, though, the touch would be intentional. Please, send us somewhere warm. she thought as the portkey began to pull them through.