[To Kate's eye--wherever in the jungle or the camp her eyes happen to be; whatever time of day it is--the light starts off as distant but gains ground quickly, springing from tree to tree and illuminating underbrush with eerie indistinct light as it goes. The light is physical enough to look like a mass, a nearly-solid form that darts between the trees and trails lingering threads that cling, briefly, to trunk and to branch like fine hairs caught in the rough bark.
The closer it gets, the more form that it takes. Legs, ears, nose. Tail. Four paws that run but never touch the earth, and as the light gets to Kate it does a quicksilver gambol around her, silver tail fanning the air. Ghost dog!
Ghost dog that speaks in Sirius' voice, an all-important message that obviously necessitated a patronus and not, you know. A walk.]
Hiya, Kate! The river water is still poisoned. We're still sitting by it. This is a patronus. Remind us again, why aren't you a witch? No offence. We like you anyways.
patronus post
The closer it gets, the more form that it takes. Legs, ears, nose. Tail. Four paws that run but never touch the earth, and as the light gets to Kate it does a quicksilver gambol around her, silver tail fanning the air. Ghost dog!
Ghost dog that speaks in Sirius' voice, an all-important message that obviously necessitated a patronus and not, you know. A walk.]
Hiya, Kate! The river water is still poisoned. We're still sitting by it. This is a patronus. Remind us again, why aren't you a witch? No offence. We like you anyways.