".....OK, it was kind of" she whispered, unable to hide her irritation at this clearly cheerful kid. But what was not humorous to her was that he had scared her so badly; was he going to compensate if she had dropped her camera as a result of him?! She doubted it, although it did hang around his neck on a strap, so the chances of it dropping to the ground were minimal...
"Photobomb?"
she asked, despite knowing what the term meant. This was why she disliked photographing people. They were unpredictable. But she'd grown curious...
"I wonder if I captured your 'photobomb.'" she said slowly, her gaze fixed on her camera.
"I'll have to develop them in the potions laboratory to see" she continued, intending to ask the guy his name when something peculiar happened.
Meredith had felt something hit her before she struck the ground. Her camera's chances of dropping to the ground were slim, but never zero. The Gryffindor tried to push herself off of the ground and sit up when she realized that she had ...fur?
The girl, or rather
the ferret leapt up in fright and circled about to examine her new animal body. What was going on?! Had he cast a curse on her?! She squeaked in astonishment.