Rylee heard the older girls question but it didn't quite register with her. Did she clearly not see how serious this situation was?! FLUFFEH was stuck in and she couldn't reach him!

So the question went completely ignored as the young Gryffindor once more attempted to reach over in hopes of grabbing the stuffed unicorn. She wasn't going to complain about herself even if she was slowly sinking down further into the swamp. That wasn't her concern at all. Rylee glanced around chewing at her bottom lip. This had been a good idea... at least until Fluffeh and fell.

Keeps trying to tug her leg free nearly knocking herself over again but she was getting closer to getting Fluffeh. Small hands out stretched, fingers just barely grazing the plushie fur of the stuffed creatures ear. "Almost there.." she muttered trying to lean over more falling sideways into a grassy section of swamp. "NOOOOO!" The moment she fell she knew Fluffeh was gone and she couldn't even bare to look and see if she was right.

So there she lay, half in the swamp, half on some mushy grass, bottom lip quivering and blue eyes shining with tears as she tried not to cry. She wouldn't cry. Nor would she look at that older girl. Whoever she was could now please. Just go and leave her alone.