 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
"AH AH AH AH AHHHH!" Fletcher tried to shield himself as best as he could from the coming blows, knowing that Melanie was a girl and girls had sharp fingernails. Her hands never did reach his face, however, thanks to a timely and very helpful human shield.
Mr. Masterson had come between them. Uhoh. UHHH OH. He wasn't much better than Melanie herself. "Er... thanks?" Fletch muttered to the groundskeeper, peeking between his crisscrossed arms and hunched-up shoulders. "Your uh, your cushioning charm around the giant treehouse works wonders, by the way, sir."
Wonders. The wonder of magic was the only reason Fletcher truly wasn't dead right now. And speaking of boy wonders....
"SALANDER!" Fletcher hoped to cause a distraction by pointing to the Slytherin dramatically framed in the doorway behind them. "It was all his idea, sir! Ma'am!" Melanie was the scary!ma'am here. "I mean, he dragged me away and came up with a cover story --- it was a great story, by the way, mate, I totally owe you a butterbeer later --- but but but YEAH! It wasn't all me!"
Apparently he hoped that sharing the blame would equate to sharing the pain when Melanie eventually escaped from shield!Masterson.
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