Errand An Awkward Mess PV Finished

Interacting with @Katrina Walker

Clutching her wand awkwardly, Thora looked on as Katrina tried the spell. Nothing happened...and then everything flew past the two girls, into the forest. A piece of tinfoil flew right past Thora, grazing her cheek. 
"Oww," she muttered, rubbing the back of her hand against her face. Following the Gryffindor's example, Thora held her arms in front of her face, hoping she wouldn't get cut again. As the whirlwind of objects flew as one, Katrina followed it, to Thora's dismay. 
Thora wanted to call out "What are you doing?" but didn't dare. Sighing, she stayed, staring out into the ocean, in case anything happened. Although the Slytherin wanted to follow to make sure the girls stayed together, Thora didn't want to get in trouble. 
A giggle arose from within the trees, followed by Katrina's "It worked!" Trying to hide a smile, Thora tried to make her way the Gryffindor's voice. Just then, Katrina struggled into the clearing, dragging a dilapadated old trunk. To Thora's surprise, the barrage of objects originally littering the forest floor were mostly contained inside the old box. As Thora walked over to Katrina and the trunk, her foot caught on a rock. The Slytherin fell, landing on the partly dirt, partly sandy ground. The spot where the tinfoil had earlier cut her cheek rubbed along the sand, making Thora grimace in pain. The auburn-haired girl tried to scramble to her feet as fast as she could, favoring her now-sore left ankle. 
"Ow!" Katrina's exclamation caught her attention. As the Gryffindor hurriedly brushed her finger over her robes, Thora quickly looked away, pretending not to notice. Thora limped awkwardly to the trunk, grabbing armfuls of garbage and dumping them into their provided trash bins. The pair continued emptying the trunk in silence. Once there was only a thin layer of trash left on the trunk's bottom, Thora left the job to Katrina and walked around the area once more, picking up stray bits of trash. 
"I, um, cut myself." Katrina spoke up again. Shooting her fellow witch a smile, Thora said, "Me too..." Awkward, Thora chastised herself again. Rummaging around in a small tote bag she had brought, she produced a couple of bandages. 
"I didn't know I had these with me," Thora said, mostly to herself, with a smile. "Here, you can use this," she waved the bandage at Katrina. As the Slytherin wiped her own wound with her robe's sleeves, she surveyed the site they had been cleaning. It was nearly spotless. Yes, the two had gotten hurt in the process, but it was, indeed, a job well done. 
"Bye, Katrina," Thora said, "And we can get to the cabin arrangements later." With a smile, the redhead turned away, dragging her trash bins behind her. 

WC:
456/200
Total Word Count:
1,667 (excluding OOC notes, tags, and Katrina's words)
Posts: 6/5