 Fluttery Pegasi
Quinn just narrowly avoided colliding with the door as she came to a screeching halt. She was out of breath, and yet, refused to be. There wasn't time to be out of breath. The girl was uncharacteristically agitated and emotional. Perhaps it would have surprised a few of the other students or Professors to discover the girl did in fact have emotions. Frantically, she pounded on the door to Professor Wayland's Hut, and office.
She stopped and waiting, looking down at the curled, tangled bleeding thing nestled in the crook of her other arm. Her hand held the creatures head steady, gently but firmly, at the base of its skull. She was trying to help it, but it was hurt and scared and would have likely bitten her, again, if she didn't keep its head firmly held.
Where was the Professor!?
She assaulted the door once more with a frantic barrage of pounding. Where was her wand? Maybe she could Alohomora the door? Or blast it off its hinges. This was an emergency.
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