Cass feels very sheepish as she cuts through a bunch of older year students in their pack. Honestly, what is everyone's problem? It's like they hate the idea of walking on their own. Cass hopes that that ailment isn't something that comes with age. The fear of being lonely. It's easy walking on your own, you just have to put one foot in front of the other, she decides.
Wherever the infernal thing is, Bradley can't do anything about it. Cass has vowed that until she gets Bradley all nice and sorted, he will stay in her back, ribbit, moan and croak and eat cluster upon cluster of Lacewing flies. It had been a tad stupid to take him near the Whomping Willow for what ever misdirected purpose there was. Oh well. Duty had called.
She stops by the large clock with the pendulum on the wall and watches it for a minute or two. Time goes by so simply and slowly that she has to smile. She's never noticed that before. If you look at the time for a while it changes. Cass usually went by the idea that if you looked at a clock it'd go so slowly that it'd just stop for you. Or maybe she's just not ever thought about it enough.
When it goes to the top of the clock again (the faster hand) it reminds her why she's in the foyer or what ever it is, and spurs her to spin around and look. She sees a flash of silver on the floor in the corner of her eyes and darts towards it. It had been a very stupid idea getting a magic slinky when muggle ones did just as good.
Something was on top of it, though. Getting to her knees, she heaves the thing on top of it out of the way, marvelling at how heavy it is, or resolute to stay in place. The slinky curls in, reeling in being squashed.
"Oof!" Cass finally gets the heavy thing off the slinky and it jumps gracefully into her hand, all the rest of the slinky following it and making a satisfying clunk when it all gathers in her hand and eventually jumps into her open bag.
She stands up, sighing in relief, only to see what was standing on a slinky.
A leg.
A person.
A girl.
