 #TeamSpindly ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Okay.
Claudine had not been expecting that: a real live volunteer. She turned to stare at Kinsay. “Certainly not. Even if you taste like kettlecorn.” What even? The seventh year rubbed her forehead, wondering why it was that Gryffindors always seem to be ready to jump into action without a promising, calculating and well thought out plan first. “Apollo’s right. We’re not about to let you or anyone else become acromantula chow.’’ Regardless of the fact that there would be fake acromantulas. They were fake, right? Oh, Merlin. Just the thought of their hairy scurrying legs made Claudine feel as though she was going to throw up.
Claudine looked towards Heath. He knew how terrified she was of acromantulas, he knew the creature was her boggart. For those reasons, she wasn’t afraid to admit to herself that she was glad he had chosen to be in this group. |