Squelching that was the sound that slugs made, that was the disgusting noise of the fit. Islay was about to reach for Cole’s outstretched hand when the light disappeared. WHERE. WAS. THE LIGHT. She thought loudly and then she heard it the woaaaahig of one Noah Nam.

Dear merlin, they were one sorry lot weren’t they? Islay shifted and slipped across the floor of the pit, as she practically splashed her hands in the goo. “oh, I’m already trying,” she nodded even though they couldn’t see her.

Her hand hit something she thought was a wand, but no...it wriggled and was slimy and was just a wriggling slug body. “this is really gross...if only we had vials we could sell the mucus to the potions makers of Hogwarts and like make a killing money-wise” Islay shrugged as she slipped forward again and moved her hands around the slug bodies. “come-on wand, we need you” the brunette muttered as she sloshed through the mucus-filled pit.