Damn.
It had been far too long since he'd seen her disappear below the water. A muttered charm later and Faustus tucked his wand into his jacket, plunging below water as a bubble of air encased his face from the top of his nose and over his mouth. The water stung at his eyes as he struggled to see what had gone where. Everything seemed to be magnified below water - the noises that the furniture made as it crashed into the walls were not comforting. But - there!
The flutter of her skirts was unmistakable, and Faustus swam towards the movement. His heart stopped as he realized she wasn't moving, and he swam faster until he reached her, his ribs screaming at him all the while. Once there, he realized what had been the cause - her petticoats had been caught on the hook of a cabinet, and he quickly gave an experimental tug at her skirts to see if the hook would release them. With no time to waste, once he felt resistance against his hand, Faustus took his wand again, pulling the excess of her petticoats taut and slicing them cleanly with a spell.
Once he felt her begin to float freely, he surged upward, taking her around the waist, and putting another arm beneath her knees as he folded her into his chest and kicked upwards. As he broke the surface, Faustus' foot found the table which was somehow miraculously still anchored to the floor. Arm still wrapped firmly around her waist, he grabbed his wand and waved it. A rope attached itself to his waist and to an anchored point somewhere in the room above the kitchen.
Ignoring the additional pressure on his wound, Faustus waved his wand again, and slowly they were pulled to the edge where he was able to transfer the rope from his waist to around her. He clambered up onto the floor of the room and pulled Miss Skovgaard onto the floor, immediately casting a shield around them. He had had enough of being pulled hither and thither. With a soaking wet hand, he cupped her cheek in his palm. "Miss Skovgaard." He said, brushing the stray locks of hair around her face. When she didn't respond, Faustus brought his wand to her chest and muttered a few more words, attempting to remove whatever water had made its way into her lungs. "Miss Skovgaard."
It had been far too long since he'd seen her disappear below the water. A muttered charm later and Faustus tucked his wand into his jacket, plunging below water as a bubble of air encased his face from the top of his nose and over his mouth. The water stung at his eyes as he struggled to see what had gone where. Everything seemed to be magnified below water - the noises that the furniture made as it crashed into the walls were not comforting. But - there!
The flutter of her skirts was unmistakable, and Faustus swam towards the movement. His heart stopped as he realized she wasn't moving, and he swam faster until he reached her, his ribs screaming at him all the while. Once there, he realized what had been the cause - her petticoats had been caught on the hook of a cabinet, and he quickly gave an experimental tug at her skirts to see if the hook would release them. With no time to waste, once he felt resistance against his hand, Faustus took his wand again, pulling the excess of her petticoats taut and slicing them cleanly with a spell.
Once he felt her begin to float freely, he surged upward, taking her around the waist, and putting another arm beneath her knees as he folded her into his chest and kicked upwards. As he broke the surface, Faustus' foot found the table which was somehow miraculously still anchored to the floor. Arm still wrapped firmly around her waist, he grabbed his wand and waved it. A rope attached itself to his waist and to an anchored point somewhere in the room above the kitchen.
Ignoring the additional pressure on his wound, Faustus waved his wand again, and slowly they were pulled to the edge where he was able to transfer the rope from his waist to around her. He clambered up onto the floor of the room and pulled Miss Skovgaard onto the floor, immediately casting a shield around them. He had had enough of being pulled hither and thither. With a soaking wet hand, he cupped her cheek in his palm. "Miss Skovgaard." He said, brushing the stray locks of hair around her face. When she didn't respond, Faustus brought his wand to her chest and muttered a few more words, attempting to remove whatever water had made its way into her lungs. "Miss Skovgaard."
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