#14 - The Hunt Begins

Sarah shuddered against the cold when it started weeping straight into her bones. The snow covered much of the area, but there were well-traveled paths that she could see from previous excursions the people took.

She saw several covered bushes, but Sarah let them be for once and rather focused on the patches of grass along the paths. There seemed to be two different types, some starkness to some of it and Sarah took a few steps towards it in order to check and cross reference it to the parchment.

It passed her muster, amateur as it was, so Sarah took some of the fluxygrass, perhaps enough for two batches. She sincerely hoped Professor Snape would be satisfied with it. Sarah didn't fancy another trip into the snow, though she enjoyed the opportunities for fun the type of weather offered.

When Sarah carefully put fluxygrass away, she turned her attention to the covered bushes. Sighing to herself and lamenting the warmth of the common room, Sarah started gently shaking the bushes nearby to see whether it was in fact the brittlebush she was looking for.

(OOC: Thanks for the weather reminder. I couldn't see what it was from the crystal ball, guessed fog. Sorry!)

"Come on," Sarah sighed, when the first bush didn't seem to be right. It certainly didn't look like the one she was searching for, but what it was, she had no idea. She continued to the next one, which was at least correct, but it looked small to her. Sarah doubted she could her anything off it. The leaves were hard and she couldn't imagine breaking a part of it off, especially wither her gloveless hands.

Shuddering, Sarah brought her hands to her lips and blew on them to make them warmer. They were becoming rather stiff and the winter weather didn't help any. Every bush was either not what she was looking for, or didn't look good enough to satisfy the almighty Professor Snape.

Sarah sighed, feeling completely dispirited. Her clothes were wet (especially her shoes), she was wet and cold, not to mention she had nothing to show for her suffering. Finding a bush by a patch of grass that has little snow, she sat on the ground and took out her wand.

"Tergeo," Sarah cast towards her socks, shoes and another "Tergeo!" towards the hems of her uniform's sleeves, hoping that at least some of the water would disappear and leaving her drier, if not warmer.

Feeling more invigorated, Sarah expelled a longer breath and stubbornly continued her search for the perfect brittlebush. She noticed the bushes started to improve in condition, so Sarah hoped she was going in the right direction. She began shaking the bushes again, hissing when a particularly big patch of snow hit her hands.