Its hand was reaching forward... slowly... ready to devour the boy...

But then it stopped and, despite its lack of eyes, it looked up. There was a new scent in the air. One of hope and happiness. It could eat up this new source of happiness... it could feast tonight...

It let its sense of smell guide its head towards the source, as if it was looking at the newcomer. It glided swiftly past the cage that had been conjured before it could properly solidify and made his way straight towards the new boy. The Deprimo spell had almost no effect on it either; the ground beneath the figure started to shatter, revealing some thick roots and undergrowth. You might have felt the earth move from the force of the spell but, aside from gliding around the hole in the ground, it was as if the spell had no effect on the figure.

Before you know it, the figure is close to you, its face within inches of yours. It reaches up both of its scabby hands to lower the hood, revealing a greying, decayed-looking skin, like a corpse that is slowly decomposing. The empty eye-sockets contain scabbed skin but your attention is drawn straight towards its large, gaping mouth. It drew in a deep, rattling breath, as if it was trying to suck out as much of the boy's happiness as it could.

A spare hand reached out to the new boy and closed in on his neck...