Two over the fence. Gwen was done. And her finger was bleeding from where the thing had bit her. It wasn't going to get infected was it? Could she clean her cut with scourgify? It couldn't hurt to try. "Scourgify." Hopefully that helped it not get infected. Who knew what was in that beast's saliva. So gross.

Um, clean or not, the finger was still bleeding. Not badly, the bite hadn't been very deep, but it was definitely bleeding. That kind of stuff didn't really make Gwen queasy. She'd played soccer for far too many years for the sight of blood to make her sick, but she didn't like it.

She she shook it off, brushing the blood onto her black robes. She was done now. Could she maybe go inside and talk to Kitridge about pets she was and wasn't allowed to keep?