 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Rather than obsess about what was in the boxes - why should he when the entire was going to find out some enough? - Ary went about placing his books and writing materials before him. While watching the other students trek in, of course.Friendly finger wiggle-waves were sent in Zara’s, Charlie’s {was his fellow second year going to be okay?}, Vera’s, Desiree’s, and Emmeline’s directions.
“Hi, Pheebs.” Ary loved that the two saw each other so regularly {because they obviously shared a common room} but they never failed to greet the other. He also loved that she was excited about the pens she received. “Oh, wow. They’re pretty. Are they gel inks?” He liked those, thanks to Dynah who had a range of them.
With the door to the classroom shutting, the Slytherin turned his attention back to Feirgrund. Okay, so the man wasn’t going to keep them in suspense too about the lesson’s topic. This was good. They were also going to focus on what was being kept in the boxes. This was also good. As for the question… Ary quickly raised his hand. “When there’s a sick hippogriff and it’s unable to walk. Most time it'll need to be moved to a more comfortable place.” This was him speaking from his second hand experience on the family hippogriff and dragon Reserve. |