(F)Not the cleverest idea!

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace giggled destractedly. She was feeling slightly light headed from the nights adventuring and a little faint. She stopped walking and sat down on a log. She didn't know what to think any more. "I ... I need to catch my breath," she spluttered.

[Henry Boggleworth]

"are you alright?" Boggleworth asked his voice full of genuine concern, he sat down next to Grace wondering what was wrong.

[Girty Hubbles]

Girty stood silent as Bog and Grace left, there voices echoed around the forest. I forgive you....I love you. She could feel anger building up inside her. Looking to the floor she found a stone laying next to her foot. She picked it up and threw it out of the cave with all her strength.
Grumbling to herself she left the cave and the troll.
"Blooming Bog, having a go at me. I was only saying what everyone was thinking. They blooming drag me into this and both have now left me, running off into the forest hand in hand to kiss behind a tree."

She made her way back in the direction she came in mumbling to herself as she went.

[Dr. Bunchington]

Meanwhile, during all of this youthfull frivolity (sp?) poor old Dr bunchington is having to deal with the troll.
As some people may know disposing of a troll is not easy due the fact that they are huge smelly beasts that no one wants to touch. Keep that in mind whilst you read on and discover just how one does dispose of a troll.

There are many ways of disposing of giant animal cadavers and Munchy had used most of them is his long and fruitful life. However one stood head and shoulders above the others due to its relative ease. (As previously mentioned nothing is easy about disposing of decomposing troll.) The method of disposal Munchy had chosen was to burn the corpse. You might think this could be over and done with after a quick flick of a wand but it can't. It takes quite a few tries to get the troll to stay lit and after that it takes a lot of dried wood and a lot of patience to keep the flames going.
So Munchy did his best to collect all the dry wood he could find and placed it round and on top of the troll. Then he tried time after time to get the wood to stay alight in the damp air of the forest. After about five million tries the wood caught and the fire had begun. Now all Munchy had to do was sit back and wait for it all to be over.
Perhaps the best way to spell your evening: waiting for a troll to be cremated.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace shook her head and said, "I just need to catch my breath." She looked behind them and was worrying about Girty. They had left in such a hurry she didn't get the chance to say anything to her, she felt awful about abandoning her like they did. Never leave anyone behind, one for all and all for one, she thought, what happened to my own righteous values and morals?

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth sighed was that really the problem or was she thinking of Girt, she keeps looking back that way! he thought. this is such a mess, and I don't know how to resolve it "we'll just wait a sec then." Boggleworth muttered looking around warily at the forest.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace nodded and smiled at Bog. She knew he could see through her deception, after all she had never been very good at it. She breathed deeply to try keep up the facade. She put her head on Bog's shoulder and wiped away the tear that had fallen onto her soft cheek.

[Henry Boggleworth]

After a few moments Boggleowrth said hastily looking around anxiously at the forest, "well we'd better get moving again, come on" he offered his slightly shaking hand to Grace wondering why the heck has this unsettled me so much?

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace looked at Bog, worry etched into the lines on his face but smiled gently. She took his hand, feeling his shaking and obliged. "Let's go," she agreed.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth took comfort from Grace's firm grip on his hand which began to stop shaking. But then he realised he'd no idea where they were, he tried to hide his anxiety though, he didn't want to worry Grace, so he began to set a fair pace in the direction he hoped Hogwarts was.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace followed Bog where he walked. But he seemed slightly unsure of himself; he was breathing heavier and his steps weren't as light and playful as they had once been. "Bog, is everything alright?" she asked.

[Henry Boggleworth]

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you Grace, quite frankly I'm lost!" he chuckled now it's off my chest I feel better "But don't worry I'll find the way out!" he said ernestly.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace stopped dead in her tracks. Lost? she thought, no! we can't be! it's not possible! but what if it is? where?- what?- how? Her eyes widened, her breathing quickened, her palms began to sweat. She shook her head, shaking off the shock. Get a grip, girl, concentrate. She stood up straight, arms by her sides. She looked around for a light of some sort to guide them by. "Light," she mumbled, "there must be a light."

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth easily saw that Grace was anxious maybe I should have kept my mouth shut he thought synically. "Don't worry Grace, I know it's easy for me to say but we'll find a way out soon, we just musn't panic, ok? A light would be good though it'll be getting dark soon, hard to believe I know but forests easily get dark!" he took out his wand and muttered "lumos, this way then!" he said confidently squeezing Grace's hand in affection.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace squeezed Bog's hand and smiled. She pulled out her wand and said, "lumos" and her wands point light up like a firefly. She shone the light around and looked. "I'll- I'll follow you," she said.