Some were gliding.
Some were bottle rolling.
Others were merely content using their long stems to wade in place.
The encephalons were on the move and if one did not know any better would almost assume that they were excited to have so many visitors at once. Should any one of the persons venture too close to the tank (as the department head had just now) a very vivid thought would appear inside their mind: let us out so we can shine.
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"Harry did not know what would happen if Ron touched the tentacles of thought now flying
behind the brain, but he was sure it would not be anything good. He darted forwards but
Ron had already caught the brain in his outstretched hands.... The moment they made
contact with his skin, the tentacles began wrapping themselves around Ron's arms like ropes." |