 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
So, they were going to play a game by collecting the mooncalf dung? It seemed to Henry like it was just a thinly veiled way for Wayland to have them do some work for him and Professor Paul, and Henry chuckled at the thought of it to himself. But he didn't really mind. It was a good way for him to learn about the care of mooncalves, and he did want to understand more about magical creatures.
He pulled his dragonhide gloves on as he followed the rest of the class back out towards the crop circles. Henry did wonder if he could use a levitating spell to pick up the dung, but he sort of assumed that they couldn't, whether the magic would affect it or for some other reason, considering they were asked to use the gloves and to pick it up. He was about to ask when he heard Miranda's little brother ask the question first. Henry found the answer to be a little odd, considering they could use a levitation spell, but he wasn't going to argue. Instead, he silently began gingerly picking up the creatures' fecal matter with his gloves and deposited it in his bucket. There really was a lot of it.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |