Edgar watched as he boggart had started to change as he had moved. At first it wasn’t easy to tell what it was, but before Miss Browne cast the spell, which was quite impressive given her emotional state, he started to tell what it was. It seemed to start taking the shape of a familiar form. Edgar hadn’t met the man often, but he could still tell what the form of his grandfather looked like, even if the boggart hadn’t fully changed.
But then the spell was cast, and it was changed again. Well, while Edgar didn’t fear his grandfather, he assumed that it was what his grandfather was going to do was something to fear. Perhaps he’ll figure that out in class at some point. Unless he had already and was just too drained to remember. How this year had turned into a blur.
But then the spell was cast, and it was changed again. Well, while Edgar didn’t fear his grandfather, he assumed that it was what his grandfather was going to do was something to fear. Perhaps he’ll figure that out in class at some point. Unless he had already and was just too drained to remember. How this year had turned into a blur.
