[DROP] Bleak

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire Nope nope nope. When the black goo starts to leak out of the Luxere’s nose, Lily begins to have a really bad feeling about this. Perhaps too far away to observe specifics, she can see a lot of jerky movements, can hear the painful, heart-rending bleats of the young reindeer. She wants to help, but oh, it’s just freezing. Absolutely bone-chillingly cold. And Lily is not properly dressed for this, it seems. Her toes were already mostly numb, her fingers aching and white and waxen. It feels like blood just isn’t getting to her outer extremities. She begins to shiver aggressively. When the wind picks up, she looks around - looks at the youngster in need of help, the others, and then - then it is obvious that all is not right. The man she was talking to earlier takes his exit and shamefully, she decides she will take hers as well. “I’m sorry,” she says to the remaining three, while moving backwards. “I’m sorry. I’m too - I can’t seem to feel half my feet - I’m useless here.” And she is genuinely sorry. But there is nothing to do except hobble after Samuel and hope that he’ll wait for her so they can head back to the Rathskellar together.