"Come on, I think I saw the thieving little thing go this way" Dora hollered back at Silas. She was leading them deep into the heart of the forrest at this point. She was hell bent on catching the capering little gnome and punting him to kingdom come! "I'll not have you stealing from my home anymore you nasty little thing!" Dora bellowed at the stupid little gnome.

Suddenly a deep resonating chill crept upon Dora and everything seemed to turn dreary. She daren't slacken her grip on Silas' hand. jerking her wand out of it's holster on her arm she whispered "Lumos" and abruptly stopped. "Silas. Keep. Behind. Me." she clearly stated as she stepped more soudly in front of him still holding his hand in her free hand. Dementors? she thought. Did Silas feel the cold also? Just then the pocket Sneakascope she always carried started to whistle like mad in her pocket. She quickly silenced it and prepared for the ensuing battle.