 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Cela stood there, one eye on the candy, one eye on the professors. Her body was twitching irratically and her mind was flitting all over the place. Where were the others, should she go back up? They were slow! She was the fastest! Were Professor Lupa and Professor Forrester alright? What about...
"Excuse me, Professor Kazimeriz?" Cela paused, "Groundskeeper Masterson is a niffler. Like an actual niffler. Not a golddigging rat-thing. " Cela clarified, tongue tripping over itself as she spoke.
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