Interesting.

A snake. A rather pretty snake if she must say. Being a Slytherin herself, snakes were something the Head Girl could stand and watch confortably. A spider, a big hairy black, eight legged spider, THAT she couldn't stand and watch.

The seventeen year old watched as some began to panic and some younger students appeared to speak in some strange language, was that even possible? The young girl crossed her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow.

So enough of the hissing snake, whats next?