White light explodes from the end of Viola's wand, a cloud coalescing into a tiny bird that flaps its wings twice to gain speed as it shoots down the narrow hall. The glowing mist left in its wake hangs like stardust in the air, light that the moss clinging to the walls seems to breathe in, growing lush and green in its wake.
The more distance the bird puts between itself and its caller, the more the space between them seems to ripple like hot air.
The students watch as the little patronus rocket up the strangely shifting hall casting light as it goes. There is no boy in the hall, now, but a short ways off, the moss gives way to bare walls etched with glyphs, and then, a few paces past that, the end: a darkened doorway. Open.
ELFLOCK LANES: Down the hatch! (Open to all ⛓️)
The more distance the bird puts between itself and its caller, the more the space between them seems to ripple like hot air.
The students watch as the little patronus rocket up the strangely shifting hall casting light as it goes. There is no boy in the hall, now, but a short ways off, the moss gives way to bare walls etched with glyphs, and then, a few paces past that, the end: a darkened doorway. Open.