Like a feathery, daft-looking, not remotely dangerous dragon from a fairy tale indeed. A mountain of shoelaces instead of a pile of treasure. Porphyria was delighted by the thought. “Oh, I’m sure he has a horde of secrets, too.” He might wander off to anywhere, after all.
She let the diricawl attack her shoe some more. “I might try and follow him around, give him a taste of his own medicine,” she joked. Actually achieving that would be harder, if he disappeared in a poof; she wondered whether it worked the same way as apparating, that if she had hold of him it would function like side-along.
She let the diricawl attack her shoe some more. “I might try and follow him around, give him a taste of his own medicine,” she joked. Actually achieving that would be harder, if he disappeared in a poof; she wondered whether it worked the same way as apparating, that if she had hold of him it would function like side-along.
a sublime set by Lady! <3