Hazel wasn't paying much attention if people were around. Usually, sheep tended to be skittish when they ran into people they didn't know. At least, that's what Hazel usually notices. It's one of the reasons shes usually avoided Hogsmead when she was driving around her sheep. It meant she would have to chase after sheep spread through a village. Not her idea of a good time. Which was why what was occurring was surprising to her. Maybe the sheep were in a social mood? Regardless, she probably should get them to scatter. Wandering over to the women, she gave the woman a apologetic bow before whistling. The sheep slowly started to wander away from the woman, going back to their grass eating activities.

"Uh, sorry about that." Hazel would mutter, shooing away a couple more sheep that hadn't trotted off. "Your sleeves should be fine. Maybe a bit wet. " Hazel wasn't sure what to say. She couldn't magically dry the sleeve. Well, she probably could if she had her wand on her, which she didn't. She doesn't even remember where she put it.

"Do you want me to move them? " Hazel would ask, tilting her head at the women. It was the first time she really looked at the women. She had a more eccentric look. Maybe she was some sort of performer? At least that's what Hazel would ponder.

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