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Angie · 02-11-2017, 06:15 PM

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Originally Posted by emjay

The Weasley Swamp was an interesting addition to the first floor, but Henry really never had the notion to explore it. For one, it smelled terrible, plus there was no telling what could be found in there. He was sure he'd get sucked right into it if he tried to step in and he wasn't so sure that was how he'd like to spend his afternoon.

But he still had the attitude of try everything once in the back of his mind and, when his kneazle went exploring down the first floor corridor, Henry decided to follow. He wasn't sure why the feline stopped by the swamp or what caught his attention, but the kneazle was soon gingerly stepping through the more solid parts of the swamp.

"Chewbacca!" Henry called to his kneazle. "You need to come back here." That's all he needed was for his pet to be swallowed up by the swamp. Maybe he should go after him or maybe he should use magic to pull him back. Or maybe he should just let him be while he watched him just in case he needed help. Chewbacca was smart and always going off on his own. And he did always make it back safely so maybe he'd be okay.

The hem of his school robes were drenched in whatever garbage swamps were made of. Levi knew that at some point down the line, possibly once the swamp was out of sight, he'd be able to consider this experience research for the future; one of those moments he liked to file somewhere in his brain as in the 'for future reference' archives. But right now he was mostly concerned with the fact that it reeked, badly, and he had a strong urge to set his robes on fire if that meant the smell could go away.

It's possible that he would have done it had a familiar face not shown up, following after what looked like a kneazle. He'd never been able to tell them apart from regular cats, in truth, which was a reason maybe to have taken care of magical creatures back when he was starting his third year. Levi hadn't, of course. Animals didn't really interest him and the feeling was always mutual.

"Chewbacca, if you find a tarantula about this size--" he lifted his hand and waggled it at the feline, "--be sure to let me know. She decided to go for a walk without my permission." Or rather, he'd let her out. Levi didn't feel like being specific, though. He looked at the cat's (kneazle???) presumable owner. "Hey, Henry."

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Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by emjay The Weasley Swamp was an interesting addition to the first floor, but Henry really never had the notion to explore it. For one, it smelled terrible, plus there was no telling what could be found in there. He was sure he'd get sucked right into it if he tried to step in and he wasn't so sure that was how he'd like to spend his afternoon. But he still had the attitude of try everything once in the back of his mind and, when his kneazle went exploring down the first floor corridor, Henry decided to follow. He wasn't sure why the feline stopped by the swamp or what caught his attention, but the kneazle was soon gingerly stepping through the more solid parts of the swamp. "Chewbacca!" Henry called to his kneazle. "You need to come back here." That's all he needed was for his pet to be swallowed up by the swamp. Maybe he should go after him or maybe he should use magic to pull him back. Or maybe he should just let him be while he watched him just in case he needed help. Chewbacca was smart and always going off on his own. And he did always make it back safely so maybe he'd be okay. The hem of his school robes were drenched in whatever garbage swamps were made of. Levi knew that at some point down the line, possibly once the swamp was out of sight, he'd be able to consider this experience research for the future; one of those moments he liked to file somewhere in his brain as in the 'for future reference' archives. But right now he was mostly concerned with the fact that it reeked, badly, and he had a strong urge to set his robes on fire if that meant the smell could go away. It's possible that he would have done it had a familiar face not shown up, following after what looked like a kneazle. He'd never been able to tell them apart from regular cats, in truth, which was a reason maybe to have taken care of magical creatures back when he was starting his third year. Levi hadn't, of course. Animals didn't really interest him and the feeling was always mutual. "Chewbacca, if you find a tarantula about this size--" he lifted his hand and waggled it at the feline, "--be sure to let me know. She decided to go for a walk without my permission." Or rather, he'd let her out. Levi didn't feel like being specific, though. He looked at the cat's (kneazle???) presumable owner. "Hey, Henry." __________________