As the girls got to talking and jumping to incorrect conclusions, the Umbrella Vinora slipped in through a rail surrounding the playground. One long tendril snaked across the grassy area, blending right in like a garden snake, and heading straight for its prey.
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Millie turned on the spot and watched the human who had been looking after her walk away and nose twitched a little. She didn't want him to go. There were bad things in the playground. Millie turned back around to see where Pepper had disappeared to and she waddled along as quick as her little legs would carry her. And just as she neared the back of the playground, she saw Pepper jump the fence and run away.
Which meant she was now alone. In the playground. Where bad things were hiding.
Ah, wombat. Such a delicious foreign delicacy, but one the plant enjoyed immensely. The tendril crept right up the Hufflepuff petting Millie and gave her a harsh slap on her face. Then it bounced over to the Gryffindor and slapped her cheek as well, taking advantage of their shock to snatch the wombat out of their hands and wrap it up like a sausage roll.
The tendril dragged the struggling, squealing, crying wombat back to the rest of its body, where it was devoured in no time. Bon appetite!