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Derf honestly just wanted to lay Aster to rest and his bowtruckle full pockets another reminder that he wanted to keep the rest of them safe as well as the creatures still in the barns and stables. But it was impossible to ignore the sounds coming from that monster's tent. He couldn't even allow himself to feel relief that the man was there and not in other creature habitats - that was one of his best friends seeming to be in mortal peril.
Because it took A LOT to get Jessa to shriek like that.
But before Derf could go into the fine details of how he had known Jessa since he was three, how they had had summer ice cream dates together ever since then with Alexa babysitting them until they were old enough to go into Diagon Alley on their own, how essentially every summer they had gone on some sort of globetrotting trip together with their families, how they had unspoken understandings and agreements between one another, how they were best friends and THAT was how he knew that voice belonged to Jessa - It was like knowing a particular bird's call, you never forgot it - the History of Magic professor confirmed with ABSOLUTE certainty in her tone that she KNEW it was Jessa. And then, quite suddenly, the hairs were standing on the back of his neck and he was gaping at the woman with eyes so wide they may rival those of mooncalves.
The softness that had been in his eyes while looking at Maxton faded as his head did a slooooooooooow turn because a) WHERE had that woman come from and b) WHY did she know how Jessa's shrieks of absolute terror sounded ALREADY? Also, c) he was going to collect that cloak of invisibility she had so haphazardly left on the ground like that. Maybe he could use it to cover up some of the creatures and keep them safe from Petrov.
.......or maybe he could use it for his own purposes another time. The Charms professor has mentioned disillusionment and, well, the sixth year was not exactly all that good with executing that particular charm yet.
In any case, he was promptly shoving it into his robes during all the chaos that ensued and could honestly KISS Chloe for the words she was speaking. And it wasn't that he disagreed with Professor Marchand because he KNEW others had struggled this term - hello, professors had been FIRED, you know? - but something in the man's tone made it sound like it was a self reflection. Frowning a little at him, the Hufflepuff felt he would be able to better sympathize with the man were he not...always looking so miserable. Derf genuinely felt awful for the professor, you know? Until this term he had always made sure to carry around a spare chocolate frog to offer the professor as a hopeful pick-me-up.
Looking down at the box in his hands and then back to the tent, Derf wasn't sure WHAT to do. He didn't want to just stand idly by while Jessa and anyone else suffered at the hands of Petrov...but he also had a bowtruckle in his hands and some dittany to apply to hopefully restore her body somewhat. One look down at the bowtruckles cowering in his pockets further implied that he ought to stay here as exposing them to that monster's presence so soon would be traumatizing to them. And besides, there were already two adult wands heading that way and the capable one belonging to Chloe.
So he looked towards his Head of House once more, for guidance. "I-I can stay here...," he offered, his hands clutching the box more tightly as his eyes looked beyond the trees and towards the tent in the distance. "Be...a relay point if Jessa and anyone else slips away while Petrov is being engaged..."
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