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MadMadamMalfoy · 09-13-2020, 08:21 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

This was a wise move by the Ravenclaw, as he was in fact the first student to learn from the professor's mistakes.

A creepy little giggle echoed from beneath the bridge even as the light from the boy's wand hit the face of an infant troll playing with a dollie.

"HERRRRRRRRROW!" the troll's little voice called out intriguingly, playfully, as it crawled out from the bank where it had been hiding. It ran up to Heath and tagged him on the arm, smearing mud all over him and dropping the dollie at his feet. "CURDUR HEDER HEEHEHEHUR?"

The baby troll took off across the bridge, pausing halfway to see if Heath was following.

No sooner had Heath peered under the bridge that he heard a weird giggling sound. His heartbeat quickened, but he didn’t back down. In the light from his wand, he saw the baby troll and its doll. A slight smile played on his face, and he had to stifle a laugh at the sound it made. It sounded like the noise his mum’s cat made when it had to take a flea bath!

For now, Heath remained motionless, his eyes glued to the little troll as it crawled out of hiding, He wasn’t going to do anything yet; he’d wait to see what the troll was going to do first. The next thing he knew, it tagged his arm and dropped its doll. Aww! Normally Heath wasn’t one to gush, but this little troll was adorable! He wondered if he could befriend it… if only he could get past the language barrier. The troll baby wouldn’t understand English, but maybe he could figure out what “CURDUR HEDER HEEHEHEHUR?” meant.

He considered the context. The troll said it after tagging him, and it was said in a questioning tone. Was the baby troll asking if he wanted to play with it? If so, repeating the same words in an affirmative tone should be a yes. As he watched the troll go across the bridge, it occurred to him that there could be another meaning to the question. What if the troll wasn’t asking if he’d play with it, but follow it? He hesitated, remembering details from Williamson’s memory. Somehow he felt crossing the bridge was a very bad idea! The professor never said they had to follow the trolls, only that they were to meet them.

Sorry, baby troll. I can’t follow you, Heath thought. If it wanted to play, it would have to come to him. He looked down at the fallen doll, and that gave him an idea! Trolls liked muggle things, so maybe he could find something to give it. The hand that wasn’t holding his wand rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a pen. He clicked the cap a few times to draw the troll’s attention. Click, click, click. Come here, baby troll, he thought. I’ve got a nice present for you.

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MadMadamMalfoy Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,149 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Seventh Year	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ ❄ Showtunes > Everything ❄ ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl This was a wise move by the Ravenclaw, as he was in fact the first student to learn from the professor's mistakes. A creepy little giggle echoed from beneath the bridge even as the light from the boy's wand hit the face of an infant troll playing with a dollie. "HERRRRRRRRROW!" the troll's little voice called out intriguingly, playfully, as it crawled out from the bank where it had been hiding. It ran up to Heath and tagged him on the arm, smearing mud all over him and dropping the dollie at his feet. "CURDUR HEDER HEEHEHEHUR?" The baby troll took off across the bridge, pausing halfway to see if Heath was following. No sooner had Heath peered under the bridge that he heard a weird giggling sound. His heartbeat quickened, but he didn’t back down. In the light from his wand, he saw the baby troll and its doll. A slight smile played on his face, and he had to stifle a laugh at the sound it made. It sounded like the noise his mum’s cat made when it had to take a flea bath! For now, Heath remained motionless, his eyes glued to the little troll as it crawled out of hiding, He wasn’t going to do anything yet; he’d wait to see what the troll was going to do first. The next thing he knew, it tagged his arm and dropped its doll. Aww! Normally Heath wasn’t one to gush, but this little troll was adorable! He wondered if he could befriend it… if only he could get past the language barrier. The troll baby wouldn’t understand English, but maybe he could figure out what “CURDUR HEDER HEEHEHEHUR?” meant. He considered the context. The troll said it after tagging him, and it was said in a questioning tone. Was the baby troll asking if he wanted to play with it? If so, repeating the same words in an affirmative tone should be a yes. As he watched the troll go across the bridge, it occurred to him that there could be another meaning to the question. What if the troll wasn’t asking if he’d play with it, but follow it? He hesitated, remembering details from Williamson’s memory. Somehow he felt crossing the bridge was a very bad idea! The professor never said they had to follow the trolls, only that they were to meet them. Sorry, baby troll. I can’t follow you, Heath thought. If it wanted to play, it would have to come to him. He looked down at the fallen doll, and that gave him an idea! Trolls liked muggle things, so maybe he could find something to give it. The hand that wasn’t holding his wand rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a pen. He clicked the cap a few times to draw the troll’s attention. Click, click, click. Come here, baby troll, he thought. I’ve got a nice present for you. __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...