Flashes of green light were never a good sign for anyone who'd ever lived through a wizarding war.
It explained why Hermione had immediately decided that she was having a nightmare and decided not to fight it, expecting to fall into wakefulness and have Ginny mumble something about how she needs to stop talking in her sleep. Instead of her soft bed in her dormitory, however, she landed hard on something cold, the wind getting knocked out of her even as she realized that she shouldn't be able to feel intense pain in a dream.
She tried to get up on all fours, but there was no traction under her feet, and she realized that she'd landed on ice. In the middle of... woodland? And there was something green shining in her hand and it hurt and there were strange-looking monsters and if this was a dream she needed to wake up right now.
One dilemma at a time, she decided, and searched around her for her wand even as she locked eyes (were those eyes?) with something large and gaunt and terrifying. Hearing a screech coming somewhere within the gaggle of creatures, it was more than obvious that even the vaguely humanoid ones among them weren't intent on being friendly, and she was relieved to finally crawl across the ice and wrap her fingers around her wand. "Confringo!" she cried, fully expecting the Blasting Curse to cause enough of an explosion to knock the charging creature back and perhaps even rend through the surface of the ice to help take care of the others.
... unfortunately, she didn't notice that the tip of her wand had been crushed, a bit of the core protruding from it. Instead of blasting outwards, the damaged wand sent her skidding hard across the ice, the force strong enough to send her rolling over the bank and onto the hard ground. It was a good thing a tree so generously decided to gently stop her progress (except it wasn't gentle, not at all).
On the one hand, she hadn't fallen over the cliff that she still hadn't noticed. On the other hand, the dazed young witch had attracted more attention than she could currently handle. And on the other hand... well, she could definitely use more hands, with or without glowing green shards embedded in them.
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It explained why Hermione had immediately decided that she was having a nightmare and decided not to fight it, expecting to fall into wakefulness and have Ginny mumble something about how she needs to stop talking in her sleep. Instead of her soft bed in her dormitory, however, she landed hard on something cold, the wind getting knocked out of her even as she realized that she shouldn't be able to feel intense pain in a dream.
She tried to get up on all fours, but there was no traction under her feet, and she realized that she'd landed on ice. In the middle of... woodland? And there was something green shining in her hand and it hurt and there were strange-looking monsters and if this was a dream she needed to wake up right now.
One dilemma at a time, she decided, and searched around her for her wand even as she locked eyes (were those eyes?) with something large and gaunt and terrifying. Hearing a screech coming somewhere within the gaggle of creatures, it was more than obvious that even the vaguely humanoid ones among them weren't intent on being friendly, and she was relieved to finally crawl across the ice and wrap her fingers around her wand. "Confringo!" she cried, fully expecting the Blasting Curse to cause enough of an explosion to knock the charging creature back and perhaps even rend through the surface of the ice to help take care of the others.
... unfortunately, she didn't notice that the tip of her wand had been crushed, a bit of the core protruding from it. Instead of blasting outwards, the damaged wand sent her skidding hard across the ice, the force strong enough to send her rolling over the bank and onto the hard ground. It was a good thing a tree so generously decided to gently stop her progress (except it wasn't gentle, not at all).
On the one hand, she hadn't fallen over the cliff that she still hadn't noticed. On the other hand, the dazed young witch had attracted more attention than she could currently handle. And on the other hand... well, she could definitely use more hands, with or without glowing green shards embedded in them.