Dark brown beady eyes fixated on the humans and their centaur guide, the bowtruckles waited. The tension in the air so palatable that one flick of their slender sharp fingers could cut it. And then they took a few steps in, encroaching on the intruders only to then scatter in the front and move around to the back. Now in a semi circle formation behind the class, the bowtruckles began clicking and chattering their teeth almost as though chanting.

But the class was free to leave...and they best do so soon before something else set the unsettled creatures off and they changed their minds.