Another slip on soggy detritus had him cursing under his breath and debating just taking off his shoes. Probably a bad idea, given that there were any number of nasty things to step on in the woods, but he did wonder whether he was at risk of snapping his ankle if he continued slipping around. He should have just transfigured them while he still had his wand - Damn the buttery Manticore suede and the way it would have never fully recovered if he had. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford to have a new pair made for every day of the year.