 A Poop * k8 *
Well wasn't this just the best flippin' morning she'd ever had?
NO.
She was some sort of...HYBRID CHICKEN. LITERALLY. THERE WERE FEATHERS SPROUTING OUT OF RANDOM SPOTS ALL OVER HER BODY. She was lucky she didn't have a BEAK! The random squawks she was releasing were enough to embarrass her into the next decade.
Was it stupid to hope no one would notice? Yes. SHE. HAD. FEATHERS.
COMING OUT HER HEAD. HER FACE. HER BLOODY EAR.
And Arden was convinced she had been poisoned. And AND AND should she have gone to the hospital wing? She wasn't sick? Nothing hurt? She was just a very mismatched looking CHICKEN PERSON.
"G'day -"
*SQUAAAAWWWWWK*
Ugh.
Arden covered her mouth IMMEDIATELY. And unfortunately for Mercer, she had elbowed him during the squawk....you know, chicken-like and all.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |