Colin hadn’t been lying when he said that he’d run around the entire village until he’d spotted Dennis. However, he hadn’t realized what a difficult task that would be. The village was larger than he’d ever really realized, and he couldn’t quite figure where Dennis could be. Still, he’d searched all the shops, and the streets near all the cottages. There was only one last place that Colin could think of, the woods. Of course, the woods were large and dark, and Colin had been running for going on twenty minutes. But he was determined, and he was going to find his little brother.
So, by the time he got close to Dennis, he was panting and short on breath. Stumbling over unfamiliar tree roots, and squinting into the darkness. His wand, clutched in his left hand, was lit but barely made the dense woods any lighter. His camera, perpetually hanging around his neck, swung wildly as his feet pounded against the ground.
“Dennis?” Colin wheezed out as he saw a figure against the tree. He thrusted his bright wand at him, trying to get a look at his face. “Denny, is that you?” He slowed, not wanting to startle his brother. He held his wand closer to his chest, lighting up his own features, “Dennis, it’s me, Colin.”