#8 - cold fingers

Phillip arrived to a small clearing where the cervid tracks he was following seemed to vanish. It was quite peculiar as it meant that the creature either vanished into thin air (which Phillip doubted) or it flew away. 'Maybe it was in the tree tops,' Phillip snorted to himself and looked up. He spied nothing peculiar and shook his head. The forest was making him stupid.

His amusement gave way to slight dread when Phillip noticed the claw marks on the tree trunks around the clearing, giving his tree climbing theory more weight. He felt the hair on his arms standing up. That together with what looked like a burning bush made the Slytherin uneasy.

'I'm just going to go,' Phillip muttered, reaching a decision to stop looking for potions ingredients and slowly made his way back to where he came from. It was easy following the track path. Little trickier was finding the path he made until he came upon the first batch of nettles, but in ten minutes or so, Phillip was on the well-established forest path.

Phillip has three nettles, but he tried recalling Professor Snape's words. His Head of House said five ingredients, however, does that mean five different ingredients or just five ingredients overall? Since he still had time, Phillip took a look at the parchment, deciding he might just stay outside and go find some more. It was always better to bring more (and have some remain for his own potions) than too few.

With that thought, Phillip pocketed the parchment and made his way to the next location.

[Exit.]