Slink along; just because he was in Slytherin didn’t mean he embodied the characteristics of the house mascot. Foxwood certainly didn’t embody many qualities of an eagle: loud, flapping around. He shot a relatively irritated scowl at Foxwood before listening to his cajoling. It grated his nerves, Foxwood wasn’t his mother, nor were they at all remotely good friends, yet the Ravenclaw had seemed to latch onto Agrimony as if he were a lost duckling.
“I’m wearing a cloak because there are worse things in the Forbidden Forest than shadows, Foxwood.” He turned, reaching out and tweaking his nose. “I would have thought you of all people understood that.”
Without another word, he continued on, picking his way across what seemed like a very random path. After a few seconds, he checked to see that the Ravenclaw was at least still following him before offering his explanation: “It seems like that Ravenclaw curiosity of yours will get the better of you. I’m going to fetch some acromantula venom.”
“I’m wearing a cloak because there are worse things in the Forbidden Forest than shadows, Foxwood.” He turned, reaching out and tweaking his nose. “I would have thought you of all people understood that.”
Without another word, he continued on, picking his way across what seemed like a very random path. After a few seconds, he checked to see that the Ravenclaw was at least still following him before offering his explanation: “It seems like that Ravenclaw curiosity of yours will get the better of you. I’m going to fetch some acromantula venom.”
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