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Ronnie Thurkell
Gryffindor Seventh Year
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Quote:
Originally Posted by nicole black 
CHAR KETLLEBUM:
What. On. Earth.
Nana froze, midway through class, through her thoughts, and midway to the meat and potatoes of it all as the teary eyed Gryffindor walked in. wide eyed and mouth agape, Nana rushed over to the young woman with concern burning so deep it was in her blue veins.
“Miss Kettleburn! Amaterasu’s name- what on earth happened to you?” she asked, ushering the miserable looking child inside and sitting here down at a random open desk. Her first and foremost worry was that the Gryffindor had gotten into some of danger (after all) this [i]was[i/] Hogwarts). “What are you holding, dear?” She asked, kneeling near the desk and eyeing the shoebox with trepidation.
She thought back to the Hag that had only been run off to the forest. It would be a very Gryffindor thing to have a leisurely stroll through the forest, only to be accosted by a children-hungry witch-woman. Perhaps Nana ought to count Miss Kettleburn’s fingers and toes. Make sure none were missing.
Class would carry on as soon as she saw to this.
She sat and put the shoebox carefully on the centre of the desk, aware that she had an audience. GOOD. THEY WOULD ALL KNOW THE GREAT TRAGEDY THAT HAD JUST OCCURRED IN THEIR MIDST.
She took the lid off the shoebox with a big lip-wibbly air-gaspy breath to reveal three snails. Dead. Deaaaad snails.
It was TERRIBLE.
"Mr. Mistoffelees, Winona, and Albuquerque are DEAD." HER BABIES. THREE OF HER BABIES WERE DEAD. "I went to my dorm andand*sniff*and the lid was knocked off their terrarium and I *sniffle* followed the trails and I found The Captain and Marvin and Fester and Glen, and Agnes was the only one in the terrarium, and I can't find Herman at ALL, and Mr Mistoffelees was CRUSHED on the GROUND," As could be seen, crushed snail in the box, its shell formerly painted pink with blue spirals on it, "and I followed three more trails and it was Winona and Albuquerque , and probably Herman but I didn't find him and they were OUT THE WINDOW, Professor! THEY WENT OUT THE WINDOW! So I went out the window!"
Charlotte dramatically spread her arms wide. "I went out the window around the ledge and followed the trails and I found Albuquerque FROZEN to the stones!" Char pointed at the very still, very dead shell (green, with something that looked like a sailboat in red on its side). "It was windy and cold and I couldn't properly even see and my hair was all like this," She made whippy gestures with her hands, as if her fingers were her locks of hair, "And then I found WINONA. HER SHELL WAS UPSIDE DOWN on the next window ledge and she was GONE. A BIRD ATE HER, PROFESSOR! RIGHT FROM HER SHELL!" Snail on ice!
And AND she STILL COULDN'T FIND HERMAN! It was TERRIBLE.
DID THE PROFESSOR UNDERSTAND? THESE WERE HER FAMILIARS. Her snails! Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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