 Bowtruckles, skrewts and ?, oh my :P Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
Okay, this lesson has officially turned chaotic, Stella had thought as not only had a bowtruckle appeared and ultimately bit Professor Williamson, but then a skrewt had joined the party. Well, at least she'd already established she knew how to, hypothetically, handle the creature. Although she had a feeling it was going to be harder to get to the skrewt's underbelly, seeing as it seemed like a little skrewt. There had to be such a thing as a baby skrewt, but she wasn't about to ask. Not when said skrewt was shooting towards them, after it had definitely not taken the offering of candy well. She wasn't about to follow the professor's lead and apologize, though. She didn't even think the creature understood them, although she would have been half-tempted to ask Matt his theory if he'd been there. He was the CoMC person, not her, and she didn't think the professor would appreciate a question about if skrewts understood the English language. Especially not right after he'd reprimanded that Hufflepuff for mentioning the exact thing she'd mentioned during their hypothetical scenario.
It was much easier to just keep behind him, with everyone else, wand at the ready. She had the thought of running for the barn if things looked too dangerous, saving the pygmy puffs, but so far the skrewt seemed more likely to go after them then the defenseless puffs in the enclosure. She was prefectly ready to make a run for it if that seemed to change, however. There was no way Mr. Skrewt was going to make Nuage into lunch. Even if her puff wasn't technically hers as of yet. She was still hoping that discussion after the lesson would go over well, and being willing to save all the puffs should work to her benefit as wel.l
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