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Oh, so NOW he wanted to talk to her? Because other people weren't around. Was it okay then? It was clear that Alice was too upset to do much anything else other than mock and make fun of him, so she didn't bother speaking to Mo. The sixth year just trudged over rather sulkily and held the bridle, hoping he'd hurry so she could go catch her Augurey.
And that she'd get a good price for his liver.
Even Caleb was getting more work done than she was. While he was obtaining the rowan wood, Alice was standing there and doing virtually nothing.
Instead of waiting for Mo to wade back out of the water again, she began to wander about near the shore, searching for an Augurey nest. Alice made sure to remain close enough to pass him the bridle if needed, but she had her own work to get done, too.
Were those thorns and brambles? The Gryffindor started looking for a tear shaped nest among them but found none.
This was going to take a while, wasn't it?
Mo grinned at Alice when she took the bridle, absolutely sure that she was accepting his peace offering and things would be going back to normal again. He was just
sure, because he was tired of grumpies and didn't want to fight anymore, and because obviously asking for help was a big deal. But his obvious and her obvious weren't the same, and Alice wandered off with the bridle.
No big deal. He'd just get the bulrushes on his own, then. Mo wandered further into the water, his feet squelching in the mud and the water lapping against his cuffed trousers. How deep would he have to go before he was
interesting enough to the kelpie? What if there wasn't even a kelpie in this lake? Mo splashed the surface of the water with his palms and whistled, like one does when calling a horse.
"Come eat me and leave my liver for sore Alices," Mo muttered, patting the water with his hands. "Come on, little kelpie."
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BOWTRUCKLES! No! NO NO NO NO NO! NOOOOOOOOO TOUCHY! NO TOUCHY!
Several bowtruckles descended from the branches of their tree and landed right on the boy's head. Making all sorts of awful chitter chatter noises that one could only imagine were not the kindest of words in bowtruckle talk, they began to SCRATCH and CLAW at the boy's hair.
Take THAT and THAT AND THAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!
He heard the chitter chattering, and Mo turned his attention back to the shoreline where his group was working. The bowtruckles were ATTACKING the littlest member of their group, and Mo made a big splash with both hands to get Alice's attention.
"Ace! The kid! Go help the kid!"