It wasn't my fault. Honest. I saw something moving in the corner of my eye. Right by the trees. It was ever so quick. I could have sworn something peekabooed from behind the ancient Oak tree.
I stood as still as a statue to see if it would peekaboo again and I was so busy staring at that tree that I didn't notice everyone else had moved on until I realised that all of a sudden everything was extremely quiet. Far too quiet. I was about to scan the area in hope of seeing one of our group but that idea went straight out of my head when I heard the sound of a twig snapping.
It had from that tree again. Instinctively my hand tightened around my wand, arm raised and poised at the ready. I waited…and waited….then… something leapt. There was no time to look behind me. I scuffled backwards. Fast. Too fast. My feet were off the ground and I just caught sight of a Bowtruckle. Don't laugh. I swear on the Gamekeepers life it was HUGE and ANGRY. Then I lost sight of it as I tumbled, bumped and thudded all the way down a muddy bank.
Thankfully I had missed a patch of quicksand but if only my wand had missed it too. There was no way I was going to be able to retrieve it but that was the least of my worries- Bowtruckle was growling, peering over the edge of the bank, watching my every move. Now what was I going to do?....