Order Only: Private message to Pansy

[alt_sally_anne]

So, here's what comes of taking Care of Magical Creatures for a NEWT: I'm at Snowdonia. Helping clear out a pit of enormous rotting carcasses of dragons and who-knows-what-else (we're trying to salvage things like dragonhide and heartstring).

While possibly being stalked by furious, homicidal centaurs Professor Macnair just set loose. (We're not sure if there are any centaur bodies in here. If there are, we're not sure whether the centaurs will care. If they do care, we're not sure whether they'll mention that to us or just kill us on sight.)

Also, there are boggarts roaming around. Ron was after them, but if I see an acromantula roaming around it's PROBABLY a boggart menacing Ron and not an actual acromantula though who knows given that it's Snowdonia.

Don't you wish you'd stuck with Creatures?

Comments

[alt_pansy]

You were attacked by a tiger, and a centaur protected you?

I mean, come on, you've got to admit that'll make a really great story once you forget what everything smelled like.

[alt_sally_anne]

It didn't smell quite as bad as you'd expect? I mean, they'd used some sort of preservation spell on most of the bodies, because here's the thing, they did know dragonhide was valuable and someone was planning to skin them and sell the stuff one of these days, I think.

Mind you, the person who cast the preservation spell wasn't terribly good at it.

This morning, though: yeah, the stuff that came away with me on my clothing didn't bring the preservation spell with it.

[alt_pansy]

An apology note is definitely in order, then.