Post by sarah jane oliveira on Apr 27, 2022 11:18:19 GMT -7
September 2017
Fleas sounded appropriate. Itchy, yes, but appropriate. Those would be painful enough to be a real nuisance but harmless enough to be passed off as an innocent mistake. Either that, or one of Bulbadox powder or Wartcap powder would do.
That would be a decision for another time, however, because Rhys moved to stand and scared the living daylights out of a little first-year boy who looked as though he'd just had a run-in with the Bloody Baron. Rhys, too, commented on just how small the first-years were.
"Oh, yeah," Sarah giggled. The first-years were intimidated by anyone older than they were, which meant everyone else at Hogwarts, and that they were two werewolves at breakfast and having a normal conversation didn't matter. Actually, it was kind of funny. Being in their seventh year—at long last—meant that they virtually ruled the castle. The prefects theoretically had authority over them, but the ones who were younger than they were were too nervous to do or say anything most of the time. Merlin forbid a fifth-year ruin their reputation by telling off an older student, though it had worked in Sarah's favor a few times.
Having a little sister who was even younger than the first-years made her feel sort of strange. Evelyn was still far smaller than all the first-years and would have been intimidated by them, as much as they looked like babies to her and Rhys.
"Don't let it bother you, Rhys," Sarah told him, still laughing as she finished her own breakfast and stood up from the bench. "He'd have jumped if a Hufflepuff looked at him."
rhys alexander greyback
That would be a decision for another time, however, because Rhys moved to stand and scared the living daylights out of a little first-year boy who looked as though he'd just had a run-in with the Bloody Baron. Rhys, too, commented on just how small the first-years were.
"Oh, yeah," Sarah giggled. The first-years were intimidated by anyone older than they were, which meant everyone else at Hogwarts, and that they were two werewolves at breakfast and having a normal conversation didn't matter. Actually, it was kind of funny. Being in their seventh year—at long last—meant that they virtually ruled the castle. The prefects theoretically had authority over them, but the ones who were younger than they were were too nervous to do or say anything most of the time. Merlin forbid a fifth-year ruin their reputation by telling off an older student, though it had worked in Sarah's favor a few times.
Having a little sister who was even younger than the first-years made her feel sort of strange. Evelyn was still far smaller than all the first-years and would have been intimidated by them, as much as they looked like babies to her and Rhys.
"Don't let it bother you, Rhys," Sarah told him, still laughing as she finished her own breakfast and stood up from the bench. "He'd have jumped if a Hufflepuff looked at him."
rhys alexander greyback