 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Was it a surprise that Logan would be accounted for at this Animagus training course? To some, probably. But to him, he didn't even need to think twice about making his way down to the grounds. First and foremost, both of his parents were Animagi, which practically made him an expert already at the age of 11. Second, he was planning on pursuing it when he was older ... mainly so he could turn himself into a dragon or a graphorn or ... or ... well, there were a million possibilities. Lastly, he was never one to turn down running around the grounds; the castle was too stuffy for him and he needed to unleash all that bottled up energy.
"Hello, professor!" the blond boy exclaimed. His greeting was probably a bit too loud, but he figured no points or anything could be taken away from him. They were outside after all, which surely meant loudness would be 100% acceptable. Cue the grin.
Professor Carton addressed, the young Gryffindor started eyeing up those that had gathered. If there was going to be a competition or anything like that (there was an obstacle -- that was impossible to go unnoticed), then he needed to know who to tackle keep an eye on.
Sable Armstrong was not one of those kids he was particularly worried about. But Logan did inch his way toward her, mainly for the purpose of annoying her. "Sup?" he said, pulling out a chocolate frog from his pocket and chomping off its head. "Want some?"
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