Rhoda, who had been fairly useless (thanks, Bree) up into this point, standing still with her hands on her hips while the other mostly-random individuals scurried after the runaway nifflers, finally caught sight of one.
"It's over there - right there!" she said, pointing towards a (now-abandoned) merchant's stand that seemed to have some sort of (fake?) sequined scarves on display. The little grey niffler seemed to be minding its own business, and she could only hoped that one of the less clunky individuals might have the grace to snatch it.
"Sneak right up behind it. Move slowly, now," she said.
"It's over there - right there!" she said, pointing towards a (now-abandoned) merchant's stand that seemed to have some sort of (fake?) sequined scarves on display. The little grey niffler seemed to be minding its own business, and she could only hoped that one of the less clunky individuals might have the grace to snatch it.
"Sneak right up behind it. Move slowly, now," she said.
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