 Post 3 (and a bit for Salander too, even though it messes with timelines) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
Grayson, even knowing the boggart-Lafay wasn't real, was having a hard time not quailing again under that glare. But she managed to keep concentrating on the funny thought she'd come up with, and as her spell hit, the boggart suddenly was wearing a pink tutu, and then stepped forward only to have its feet slide out from underneath itself, and it fell flat on its back. And even though it still looked scary, Grayson started giggling a bit. Only to giggle more as it tried to get up and only made the situation worse. Like there was oil on the floor or something. And, with the tutu, it was just way too funny. Next thing she knew, she was completely lost to uncontrollable giggles and then the boggart vanished. Letting her continued vague discomfort at the thought of failing in Potions vanish as well. Yay, she thought. Boggarts were scary, but not that bad.
Stepping back, she watched as the others went after her, curious about Fletcher's boggart as well as some others. But as the boggart targeted Salander, she was on the tip of her toes. She wanted to see if Bogart showed up, but he didn't. Only people she didn't know who they were, and her eyes widened as Salander crumpled to the ground. "Come on, Salander. It's just a boggart," she said, going over to him and trying to get his attention. He wasn't really hurt. Not that she could see, but his boggart had been way scarier than hers. "You can beat this. Think of Bogart." Maybe that would snap him out of it.
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