 Muggleborn with a Pitchfork Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Still clinging to that pitchfork, Mamie fidgeted as her idea to, you know, do as they were told was shot down. By basically everyone (except for Eden, who was sick but she was pretty sure Eden would have also not wanted to do as they were told). Mamie didn't want to get into trouble today. Recard wasn't here, if anybody's teeth got pummeled or worse, literally the only trustworthy adult around was Williamson, and that was...questionable. He seemed freaked out, imagine what the poor grumpy old man would do if the Muggleborns went and tried to run away.
Because yes. She interpreted "ask for a tour" as "run away and never come back to Hogwarts."
There was a reason she didn't want to let go of the pitchfork, and it wasn't that she thought she could use it for defense. She didn't want to miss the portkey back and be stuck here. With dragons and weird dragonologists who didn't sound like they had real jobs. Did any of these supposed dragonologists have children? Why would you bring children to the home of dangerous, firebreathing creatures, in the middle of winter?
"Okay," she mumbled quietly. She didn't need Minjae to tell her to keep the pitchfork. She pulled out her wand, too, so she had pitchfork in one hand and her wand in the other.
She would follow along with Minjae and the others. But...but what if the outside adults were like Rosier and the Neo-Alliance, and not like their good professors? She wished they had scattered the muggleborns among the other kids, then at least people would have to think twice about who they were hexing, and aim better. But if someone was out to get the Muggleborns (and they were, in her experience), them all being in a group together made them one big target. Instead of lots of little targets. |