0.4 - A near-death experience (Part 1)
During the bumpy and reckless ride from the cart, she held onto the edges for dear life while feeling the urge to throw up.
“Are you alright?” Harry turned to her, his indifferent disposition making her want to roll her eyes. “I guess not, then.”
Only then did she vomit on a nearby edge as soon as the cart halted. She didn’t know how or why, but she just knew that she hated that lane going on in circles.
“Is she going to keep throwing up or can I lead you to your vault now, Mister Potter?” The creature asked Harry in an unamused tone. She looked at Harry and nodded, leaving her to continue vomiting and rubbing her eyes shut.
Why was she like this? All pathetic-looking with her vomiting inside an underground cave and feeling migraines and a queasy stomach. It didn’t even end until she needed to lie down, appeasing her dizziness.
When the symptoms cleared up, she rolled her eyes and finally sat back up on the cave floor, turning her head to a massive open vault. What the fuck *is* this place? All those stalagmites and stalactites seemed old, and the dusty and creaky minecart she rode on earlier with the coppery railway was a safety hazard.
As she turned behind her, Harry walked towards her, holding a bag of coins shaking inside a pouch in front of the creature. He seemed worried about her earlier, and now he was relieved since she managed to stand up.
“Finally good?” He hopped on the mine cart and pulled her inside, waiting for the creature to control the cart.
“A bit.” She managed to say, until the cart moved again, this time going back to the lane they had just ridden earlier.
Minutes after, halfway through the lane back to the main part of the bank, the cart stopped moving, teetering over the edge. She gulped and gripped Harry’s hand tight, getting goosebumps as a gush of wind swooped by.
That’s impossible. She thought as another gush of wind flew by.
“We’re stuck, aren’t we?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows, looking up at a crystal stalactite that stood above the cart.
“Of course we are!” She yelled, gripping his hand tighter, making him yelp and hold onto the outer part of the cart.