Poppy watched, curiously as Mr. Beauregard made his move. He walked over to the couch, incredibly confidently if she cared to notice, and— Poppy could’t help it. A shriek ripped out of her vocals as the Gryffindor actually touched the creepy crawly! Her hands quickly came up to cover her mouth, aghast, and Poppy darted even further away as he invited the thing into his hands. He’d picked it up! He’d actually picked it up!

Poppy watched with every fibre of her being, willing Mr. Beauregard to stay as far away as possible. (She could practically feel the thing crawling all over her at the sight of it moving around in his hands!) She did as he requested however and opened the door to the common room, holding it ajar for him. She didn’t know if she would manage to say anything as he inevitably neared and she felt her stomach turn over again.

A terrified little “thank you” just barely managed to squeak out, instead of the proper appreciation her savior was was due. Poppy felt her cheeks warm, but she had no inclination of doing or saying much else until that thing was gone. For now, it was all she could do to not tear her gaze away lest the spider decide to jump for its freedom before it had been cleared.

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