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Old 02-11-2014, 01:53 PM   #22 (permalink)
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Orsino was exactly going to do that, yes. What did he think? Cosgrach hadn't visited the Forest for more than two decades. Who knew what grew in it now?

Of course, though, as Cosgrach couldn't do any occlumency, he couldn't point any of that to the Groudskeeper. Instead, he walked slower than him for the animals to see him first to take a better look around everything and decide whether to take it. After a few minutes' slow walk in silence, he finally bent down to examine a few mushrooms with a magnifying glass. He was too intently examining them to hear anything, so when the man spoke, he was irritated to no end. He grudgingly looked up from the goodies, but the next instant, his gaze lost its focus and he was concentrating on his ears, and he looked confused.

...and alarmed.

"Children!" he exclaimed, "there are children casting magic!" They were--they were just here to camp, right? Right?! Ohdearohdearohdear. Shoving the magnifying glass in his pocket, he drew his wand and started running towards the voices.

Orsino was coming, RIGHT?!
REALLY! Could have sworn he was hearing mumbled voices, but what was mumbled and silent to him, were loud Children off in the Distance. "Kids!?" No, most of it sounded like wind, or whatever. He was about to second guess the Potions Master when he saw red sparks shot into the air from a distance. "KIDS!!!!!!"

He had to pat around his pockets for a moment as he had forgotten where he had placed his wand....back pocket...BACK POCKET!...He normally hides it in his sleeve. Why didn't he even check there first?..No matter Wand in hand, the Groundskeeper fought his pained joints as he steamrolled his way towards where the Magic was caste. If he happens to overtake, and trample a certain Snake in his way...well..oops.
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