It seemed their was no deliberating, save for Mr. Turner's general observations. The daft Tilcott decided his best bet was to be the brave one and approach the jars, and Edric watched with a wide eyes—and then a sigh—as he was turned into a cat. His patience was already thinning, and now they had a cat to deal with. With little more than a peeved glance towards the others, he moved towards the sandy-colored feline before he bent down and grabbed him by the scruff. Edric lifted him up and dangled him at face-level, his brows raised high on his forehead.

That's what you get for being reckless, he thought as he stared the feline in the eye. He held Tilcott towards the others as a way of warning. "If anyone wants to touch the owl or dog now, feel free to."

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