 Mischievous Niffler
Crimalla stood nervously at the back of the crowd of concerned and confused students arriving to class. There were chairs thrown about everywhere, and from snippets of exclamations, she could tell that some sort of accident involving the professor had happened. Crimalla just stood there waiting for a cue on what she should do. She was just a first year, and surely her older peers were much better at healing magic and helping the professor with whatever had happened. |