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Vashti nodded. Definitely better safe than sorry. Because you never really know. Something similar had happened before, hadn't it, back in Harry Potter's time? So it never hurt to be just a liiittle cautious, right? Even if the knarl looked quite innocent and very unlike a human pretending to be a knarl. And she probably wouldn't even be thinking about it if she hadn't heard the story about Thaddeus Thurkell. So much for constant vigilance.
She smiled at his thanks then tried to force her mind down memory lane once more, trying to see if she could remember the previous Hufflepuff Captain. She could, just a little, though she couldn't remember ever actually meeting her. "Wow, really?" she asked, her eyes widening slightly and a smile forming once more. "That's really cool! Good for her." She must've been a pretty good Quidditch player if she was now playing for a professional team.
Not that famous? Well, no, maybe not to those crazy people who didn't read, but to Vashti anyone who'd written several books, or had at least written one really good book, was pretty famous in her mind. But maybe that was just her. "Hufflepuff's a good house too," she commented. "I think it'd probably be my second choice for a house if I wasn't in Ravenclaw, although - and I know it sounds really shallow - I really don't care for the color yellow." Even if she'd worn yellow once before in support of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team in that one game against the Slytherins. But that was only temporary, not something she had to deal with wearing or seeing every day in the common room or anything.
But there was really no need to be suspicious over the knarl, it was usually the other way around. But now that she mentioned it...er, no, no, this was a real knarl, he even knew the knarl's mother and all. So, yeah, no need to worry. One will have to worry about other things concerning this little creature, but no Dark Wizards hidden there. Nope.
Yes, Miranda BelCanto was now playing for the Harpies. And whilst he hoped she'd play for the Arrows, he had no choice but to accept the fact that at least she wasn't playing for the Wasps.
"I know, truly amazing," especially since she was a Hufflepuff, ha.
Grin. Of course it was, they had the Triwizard Champion on that House...speaking of...he hadn't seen Fletcher on the Platform...let's just hope that he was running late or was already inside the train, yes?
"Don't worry about it, I don't particularly like the color itself," since it soooo didn't complimented his eyes nor his hair,
"I actually prefer purple, or blue," yes, so manly of him to acknowledge his preference for purple.
He'd taken the asleep knarl in his hand, and he may even close his hand and no one would notice he was carrying one, but decided he wouldn't close it, you know, wouldn't want the thing to get scared.
"Do you want something from the trolley? I'm off to buy some droobles," he stated, getting up,
"Unless you'd like to come along?" he didn't mind, really.