 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Out of the corner of his eye, Frankie saw Hady flinch and shift in her seat. Initially, he acted like nothing had happened. He knew that she despised anything that had eight legs. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but let the small grin appear on his face the moment she inched her seat closer to him. Why, hello there.
The Gryffindor let Hady read his notes as the professor continued on with the lesson, responding to everyone's thoughts and gave some follow-up about experiencing wand issues during emotional times. The prefect caught himself nodding a bit at that, knowing exactly what Ichihara was talking about. The concluding months of 2089 had been rough on him.
His head perked up the moment the creatures were brought up again, excitement plastered on his face. Obviously he was quite eager to get his hands on one of the creatures ... but which one should he pick? His first thought was to get a tarantula for himself, mostly because it would challenge him the most. Though a glance at Hady made him change his mind. For her sake, he wasn't about to bring something she disliked even closer to her.
Rising from his desk, he casually walked over to a tank containing the extatosoma tiaratum -- the next difficult creature in the room to work with. From where he sat, he didn't quite get a good look at them. Now that he was up close and personal, he couldn't help but look at them with curiosity. They weren't exactly the prettiest of creatures, were they?
A hand was slowly placed in the tank and remained there until one of the spiny leaf insects climbed onto his hand. Carefully, Frankie removed his hand from the tank and returned to his seat with the light creature in tow.
Blue eyes watched the insect intently as it crawled onto his desk, back into his hand, up his arm a little, and back to his hand again. Noted in his mind were its light brown colour (obviously camouflage), how certain parts of its body were rounded, that it was roughly seven or eight inches long, and covering its body were thorn-like spikes. He gently brushed a finger along the stick insect, causing it to point its abdomen up in a scorpion-like fashion. It let out an odour too, one that surprisingly reminded him of peanut butter.
Easy there, Peanut. I'm not going to hurt you. He was just going to transform it into something cool at some point. No big deal.
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