It was hard not to hear Jimmy Fletcher's opinion on Grindylows, and he wasn't even the professor. The young witch felt her ears growing numb at his constant interjections, as if raising his hand was such a difficult concept. For a moment, she closed her eyes, trying to find something more pleasant to think about. The memory of the creature on her page flashed in her mind's eye, and Millie quickly opened them again, gladly welcoming the sight of the classroom around her.
"He's just sore because he's missing his own kind." The voice next to her shook Millie out of her brief flight of fancy, calling her attention to the open textbook page. There again, the devilish creature stared back at her, taunting, and she tried to look only long enough to hear Anne say, "See? Fletcher looks just like him."
Millie brought her hand to cover her mouth, pressing tightly to muffle the involuntary giggles that threatened to disrupt the class in the style she hated. Her eyes dazzled at the Slytherin's wit, crinkling above her covered lips. When the young witch could feel assured no sound would come out again, she let go, lowering her question hand back down to the desk.
"Well, that answers my question then." She kept her voice low, stealing a glance over at the errant Mr. Fletcher. Her lips burst again into a grin, but no more than that. Leaning close to Anne, Millie quietly whispered as she added to her notes, "Think a Banishing Charm would work on him, too? "
"He's just sore because he's missing his own kind." The voice next to her shook Millie out of her brief flight of fancy, calling her attention to the open textbook page. There again, the devilish creature stared back at her, taunting, and she tried to look only long enough to hear Anne say, "See? Fletcher looks just like him."
Millie brought her hand to cover her mouth, pressing tightly to muffle the involuntary giggles that threatened to disrupt the class in the style she hated. Her eyes dazzled at the Slytherin's wit, crinkling above her covered lips. When the young witch could feel assured no sound would come out again, she let go, lowering her question hand back down to the desk.
"Well, that answers my question then." She kept her voice low, stealing a glance over at the errant Mr. Fletcher. Her lips burst again into a grin, but no more than that. Leaning close to Anne, Millie quietly whispered as she added to her notes, "Think a Banishing Charm would work on him, too? "
Grindylow ~ Classification XX ~ Mr. Fletcher's kind
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