The Slytherin table chomping mutant had hurried back to The Horde to inform them of the fun it had in the Great Hall. Feeding off of the pink fluffy’s excitement, The Horde moved through the halls, chomping items along the way, and continuing to multiply.
They poured into the Great Hall and headed straight for the Hufflepuff table.
CHOMP!
CHOMP!
Splinter, Crack
CHOMP!
The Horde finished off the entire table before realizing they were not alone. The pink mutants were shaking and wide-eyed as they scampered off like roaches with the lights flicked on. The last time there had been crowds, they’d tried capturing and chasing them away. No more, please.
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