 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Of course she knew the sheep wasn't a horse. But did Genny really know how to ride it as if it were a horse? From where he was sitting, the prefect wasn't quite certain. She seemed to be struggling a little. He would have given her a few pointers having seen a plethora of people properly riding horses in portraits, but he was just going to sit there and let the girl figure it out all on her own ... or fall in the poop. She, uhh, knew that was there right?
Frankie opened his mouth to warn her about the sheep's present that it had left on the floor, but then Tenacius happened. What in Merlin's beard was he riding that thing around Gryffindor Tower for? And when was he going to have a go at it? The sixth year watched as the boy cruised on by, only to end up toppling right in front of him. Was he okay? Merlin.
He waited for him to start screaming or crying or anything to reveal that he was hurt. But he seemed to be fine? He was moving ... and talking ... no hospital wing needed. Phew!
Code brown indeed. Had Genny heard? She had to have as Tenacius' entrance wasn't exactly hard to miss. The blond looked back up, only to see that she was holding on to the sheep for dear life and that she managed to, uhh, pick up something along the way. Not good. This was not good.
"Whatever you do, don't let let go!" It'd be awful if she fell off and added what she already had kicked to her back. Frankie quickly rose from his seat to go and rescue Genny. The sheep though, thanks to the sudden movement caused by Tenacius and himself, had other plans. Startled, it let out a loud bah and began to move about the room surprisingly fast.
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