Thank Merlin. They were almost there. Faustus nearly breathed a sigh of relief as she was able to grasp his hand. And then there was a horrible sound that wrenched through the air as a branch crashed through, knocking Faustus forward. He stumbled, but was able to catch himself on the portion of the wall that had managed to stay in tact.

But Miss Skovgaard was hurled backward, and Faustus watched in horror as she disappeared into the water again.

”No!” Wand in hand, Faustus dove back into the brackish water. The cold was still a shock to his lungs and he grunted in pain as he resurfaced. Whatever injury he had on his side was sure to have ripped even further. The water thrashed him this way and that, but he managed to stay afloat whilst searching for the healer.

If only he could just get ahold of her, he could get them out of there. He had his wand this time around, he’d been prepared. There was no end to the genuine fear that pounded in his heart as he searched for some sign of her in the water.

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