Over the last few years as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Gus had seen a lot of manners of boggarts – ghoulish things with teeth, towering monsters, family members – but this one was new. He wasn’t one to judge though because they had all fears of their own; he wasn’t sure what his own would be if he were to face the boggart in this moment. He didn’t move as he heard a few of the other students around him giggle. Instead he watched Ms. DeCroix ready her wand, his own in his hand in case she froze.
There was a pop and the book shrunk dramatically, becoming a thick bound children’s book, the kind with garish colors and oversized illustration. And there, on the pages, was a series of expressive caricatures of someone he didn’t recognize, all making different funny faces. He blinked at the nearest page before he turned toward the Slytherin, giving her a small smile. “Excellent work Ms. DeCroix. Take five points for Slytherin.”
He motioned the next student forward. “Please Mr. Mohr, if you will.”
There was a pop and the book shrunk dramatically, becoming a thick bound children’s book, the kind with garish colors and oversized illustration. And there, on the pages, was a series of expressive caricatures of someone he didn’t recognize, all making different funny faces. He blinked at the nearest page before he turned toward the Slytherin, giving her a small smile. “Excellent work Ms. DeCroix. Take five points for Slytherin.”
He motioned the next student forward. “Please Mr. Mohr, if you will.”
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