 *crashes* :D Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Frankie had taken over one of the tables on the far side of the common room so he could get some Herbology reading done. In between a few paragraphs, pausing because very little of it was making sense in his mind, he would glance around the room and do a status check on everything in the room -- the furniture, who was coming and going, etc. Needless to say, it was oddly quiet in the lions' den today. Way too quiet for his liking.
Managing to get through a record page and a half without stopping (ugh, was this chapter ever going to end?), the blond looked up from the textbook to do another sweep of the room. He could have swore he heard someone come in not too long ago.
The prefect peeked around the corner, seeing that no one was in either the game or reading rooms. He then cupped his ear, pleased that he didn't hear anything crazy going on upstairs. After he peered over at the large sofa by the fireplace ... why, hello there, Genny Tate. Was she bored or something?
Reaching into his pocket, Frankie slowly pulled out his wand and gave it a flick from beneath the table, not a single word leaving his mouth. He slid it back into his pocket and looked down at his textbook as if he was completely oblivious to what happened next. The sofa the girl was sprawled on suddenly transformed into a fluffy white sheep.
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