 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
Part of Stella would have been perfectly happy going back to learning about pygmy puffs in Care of Magical Creatures. At least it was safer, even acknowledging the skrewt attack during the one lesson last term, but in the same respect, she was curious about Roro the dragon. At least we might not have to worry too much about being freezing, she thought, wrapping her arms around herself as she headed toward the barn. She had several layers on underneath her robes, but the cold still cut through them a bit. She momentarily was glad she hadn't snuck Nuage to class with her, although she wouldn't have even thought about it anyway. Not when she wasn't entirely sure her pygmy puff might not accidentally become dragon food.
As it was she was racking her brain for charms to fireproof her robes, her bag, everything that might come into contact with fire on accident as she arrived to class. Only to see the familiar haybales, facing the barn, and no Professor Williamson in sight. Or the young dragon, but she still peered inside once she'd perched on one of the haybales. Still no dragon or professor, but there was a giant pool and what looked like a dragon harness. At least, she was assuming that was what it was, given all the facts.
__________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees
...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥ |