 Here we are! Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Calm!? CALM!? Remain CALM!?!?!
Torrance was most definitely not. His one arm he just continues to try and pry free of the quicksand while the other held onto the slowly sinking log for dear life. He wanted to give Missus Tanner Professor a glare for telling him to Doggy Paddle , but he couldn't, wouldn't. Was to busy sinking.
He watched as Professor Mister Finch cast a HORRIBLE rope from his wand. Was he not a Professor!? He should be able to cast like TWENTY ROPES at once shouldn't he?!
Luckily The History of Magic Professor managed somehow to get himself close enough to Torrance. "B-but. won't we sink faster?!" he responded hesitant to grab hold. He was very happy with his slowly sinking log as opposed to Finch who would probably sink faster once the young lion latched onto him.
No sir he was content with the Log right now.
At least until Tanner caste a damn good rope their way! Catch it Professor Catch it!
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