 Pitchfork Muggleborn Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Mamie supposed her improved balance from the flying practice helped her land a portkey. She still felt a little...queasy...though. She definitely preferred broom travel, even if it was slower. Or perhaps travel by Floo, she hadn't tried that yet.
Still, she was still standing, and managed to keep ahold of the pitchfork. She'd just...hang on to this pitchfork. Maybe they'd find some dragon dung and want to check it for bones? Or maybe they'd need to vault themselves over a ditch or a sleeping dragon. But no, she would not be using the pitchfork for any dragon tickling. She didn't want to be physically roasted, in additional to verbally roasted.
Mamie pointed toward a stream. "Dragons drink water? We can follow the stream and find a dragon?" she suggested, looking to Minjae for approval. Plus, then they wouldn't get lost. Look at her, using her critical thinking skills twice in one day. Twice in one class, even. Who said Mamie wasn't smart?
And, maybe the sound of running water could provide some cover, if they were to...discuss things. Non-dragon things that Mamie wouldn't think to talk about.
Plus. Water puts out fire. |