 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Tag made the trek out to the gardens, passing the vegetable patch he'd been unceremoniously snatched from the day before, just to get yelled at by Vindictus. Somehow the gardens seemed more friendly in daylight. When you wouldn't be, say, stolen by whatever it was that was stealing students. Tag hope the kidnapped students were having a better experience than he'd had in the Quidditch master's office. Halfway through the meeting he'd been wishing he was kidnapped.
And now, here to complete his leaderly-task, an unwanted assignment given to him by some bossy prefects who apparently didn't take him seriously when he said he preferred students in animal form. Of course, that was before Ariana had disappeared entirely. Somehow it felt more real now. Maybe Mr. Jones would have some ideas.
Tag waved to Willow, who was loitering near the door. "Is he home?," he queried, just before rapping on the door with his knuckles.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |