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Wordlessly, Hark nodded at her declaration about gloves. Good deal, that. Beaks could leave some nasty marks; even if he didn't have a terrible amount of experience with chickens, anything was capable of biting.
"You've... you a farm girl, then?" he asked with a grin. "Though I'd guess that's a no, considering your chicken experience..."
With a quiet murmur, he flicked his left wrist, and the shield dropped around the chicken. It had been mid-flip out, charging at the thing head-first in an attempt to escape, and it continued running when it met no boundaries; somehow, it proved to be less than coordinated, and it ended up rolling tail feathers over beak on the ground.
Hark bit back a snort of laughter.
As the other chickens closed in on the trampled bits of food left on the ground, he took a step away from the spot and turned his attention back to Destiny.
"I have," he said with a nod. "Stayed with a family friend for a while, his family had just gotten it."
Harker held out his left hand to Destiny, long fingers stretched apart, palm parallel to the ground. Just above the knuckle of the third digit, across the otherwise smooth skin, was wide, raised scar.
"Pro-tip. Don't bother birds with big beaks when you're staying with Muggles, they'll only stitch you up and let it heal on its own." He grinned, shaking his head a little. "Can't say Petrie and I got along well after that." |