She glanced back at the bears they'd left behind, half-expecting to hear the crack of ice as they broke free. But she didn't, and she would have thought that would have made her feel better, but instead she just found herself worrying about what would happen if that poor cub that had started all of this lost one or both of its parents. She actually had to stop herself from turning back to help them.

Thankfully, her sense of self-preservation was much stronger than that.

Speaking of which, she eventually slowed to a stop, bracing herself against a tree and keeping her head down. She had to remind herself that she'd watched friends die; she shouldn't be this fazed by seeing a bear get hit in the head with an axe (it had happened too quickly for her to have discerned which end of the axe had struck, but in her defense, it was a big axe, so she could only assume that she wouldn't want to be hit by any part of it).

"I will be," she breathed, idly rubbing her tingling hand against her jeans as she wondered whether she'd injured it somehow, "once I get back to my dormitory and figure out how I got here." If she wasn't dreaming, then she'd been sleepwalking, which meant that she couldn't be too far from Hogwarts, right?