Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch Flamel wasn't far behind Trent, Baines, and anyone else that may have followed. Blue eyes darted left and right, hoping to catch sight of the little puff balls that had been causing a ruckus and eating that old woman whole. He was more than eager to get rid of the infestation, no matter how cute they were, before anyone else managed to become a snack.
A simple nod of is head was given in response to Trent's direction. In his opinion, there was no need to respond. Their purpose here was pretty straightforward after all. If they saw a pink puff ball, then it needed to be contained.
The Frenchman was cage-less, though both of his hands were occupied. In his right hand at the ready was his wand and Incarcolvo at the forefront of his mind, and the other held onto a glowing Ehwaz stone to aide in trust and cooperation with the little beasts just in case the help of some runic magic was needed.
He then gave his wand a wave and up went one of the suit's heads. Come out, little fur balls. Come out, come out, wherever you are.
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