 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
OOMPH! Frankie hit the ground hard, not even close to catching one of the nifflers. Merlin, these things were bloody fast. How in the world was one supposed to stop them all from destroying the headmaster's office or running away when catching one of them was a challenge in and of itself? As the pain eased in his shoulder, the blond was thinking of what to do next. Perhaps a better option would be to...
Apparently Blaise had thought of his next plan of attack for him. The prefect's head turned toward the third year, seeing just how bewildered he was with the fact that he, a sixth year, didn't think to use magic before diving of all things. "Oh, come on! You know what I did was more fun." Nonetheless, the kid had a point, which was why he was now reaching his pocket for his wand. The kid could've at least shut the door before any decided to escape.
As for whether or not this was homework for Care of Magical Creatures, Frankie opened his mouth to say that Draper would never do something so stupid, but then...
WHAT WAS ON HIS BACK? WHY WAS IT TOUCHING HIS NECK? WHY WAS IT SO WET?
"Get OFF!" he shouted, rolling around on the floor on top of a bunch of papers and even some broken items. Frankie paid no attention to this, however. All he wanted was for that blasted niffler to get off of him. If it went for his hair and peed on him, there would be hell to pay.
Suddenly a deep voice sounded and the blond stopped rolling about the office. From the floor, he saw the shoes of the headmaster. "H-hi, sir. You've ... uhh ... got a bit of a niffler problem in here," was all Frankie managed to say as he pulled out his wand and casted a freezing charm at the nifflers that were all over Blaise. He quickly got up off the floor too, whether that niffler was hanging on him or not, for obvious reasons.
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