“You mean you don’t have one here?” Jimmy asked in loud disappointment, disregarding the actual question posed and scanning the room critically. (Professor Lissington had more patience than most of ‘em, anyway, so he wasn’t too worried about derailing things.)
After the dragon infestation, or maybe because he’d gotten used to his new elective class Care of Magical Creatures, Jimmy had grown to like having living, breathing, occasionally chaos-causing creatures in class to distract him – he was even a nightmare in Transfiguration sometimes for this very reason.
Classes without them suddenly seemed very boring. Maybe that was the Grindylows’ classification. B for Boring. Even Professor Lissington was yawning, so.
After the dragon infestation, or maybe because he’d gotten used to his new elective class Care of Magical Creatures, Jimmy had grown to like having living, breathing, occasionally chaos-causing creatures in class to distract him – he was even a nightmare in Transfiguration sometimes for this very reason.
Classes without them suddenly seemed very boring. Maybe that was the Grindylows’ classification. B for Boring. Even Professor Lissington was yawning, so.
