Mischievous Niffler What. A. Brat.
Kitty was starting to wish she'd just jinxed him earlier, but she'd already pocketed her wand - and before she knew it he was throwing an empty boll at her. She ducked out of the way, causing it clatter noisily to the floor. Then before she could react, he'd flown away, and Blaise was asking if they should give. "No, it's okay, I don't feel like running," she said, quite truthfully. Her legs ached enough from all the walking she had to do escorting her classmates everywhere. "Later I shall tell the Bloody Baron that he's misbehaving. If Storm is going to follow his father's example, then he should also be just as scared of the Baron as his father is." Yep, and she was going to make sure that happened.
They could return to their pleasant conversation now that the brat was gone. "What were we talking about?" she asked, trying to remember. Funny how a flying brat throwing things at you could be so distracting. "Oh, the Statute, right. It just seems to me terribly unfair to have to hide who we are, and to lie to our Muggle friends. I am 100 percent certain that MY friends at Yoga would never persecute me. I just think the Statute was for a different era, and that it shouldn't apply anymore. But unfortunately no one even seems to consider it anymore."
That was how she felt, but she knew very few people would agree with her even in the slightest. |