Hermione tried propping herself up, but between the pain and the disorientation and the myriad of distractions, she'll have to be excused if she can't quite manage it. Holding her hand up in defense, she got sidelined by the fact that the green in her hand matched up with the strange green cloud just above the monsters; it looked like a suspended Killing Curse, which wasn't a comfort when the thing was lodged in her hand.
Before she could worry too much about whether she was dying a slow and painful death, a much more immediate threat of death loomed in front of her, only to get tackled by what looked like either a very large dog or a wolf. A dog would be a comfort; dogs are domesticated, so that would mean there were people around. Wolves, though? That would just mean that there was something else out here that might eat her.
And then out came a man with a spear, and Hermione was just going to have to assume, based on the fact that he was aiming it at the monster and not at her, that he was intending something resembling a rescue. For one man to think he could take on numerous opponents who weren't even human, he either had to be insane or a Gryffindor... or very, very optimistic.
Managing to crawl enough so that she could put the tree she'd crashed against between herself and the madness in front of her, she held her wand in front of her and cried out, "What are these things?" If she knew what they were, she might know what their weaknesses were, which meant she'd know what spell to use.
Because obviously, using magic will totally turn out all right the second time around. Clearly. Which was why there was someone running around using a bloody spear, of all things.
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Before she could worry too much about whether she was dying a slow and painful death, a much more immediate threat of death loomed in front of her, only to get tackled by what looked like either a very large dog or a wolf. A dog would be a comfort; dogs are domesticated, so that would mean there were people around. Wolves, though? That would just mean that there was something else out here that might eat her.
And then out came a man with a spear, and Hermione was just going to have to assume, based on the fact that he was aiming it at the monster and not at her, that he was intending something resembling a rescue. For one man to think he could take on numerous opponents who weren't even human, he either had to be insane or a Gryffindor... or very, very optimistic.
Managing to crawl enough so that she could put the tree she'd crashed against between herself and the madness in front of her, she held her wand in front of her and cried out, "What are these things?" If she knew what they were, she might know what their weaknesses were, which meant she'd know what spell to use.
Because obviously, using magic will totally turn out all right the second time around. Clearly. Which was why there was someone running around using a bloody spear, of all things.