༶ 🌱 ˟ ━━ there is dust, kicking up around him-- from creatures and students alike. it does not bother him in the slightest, obviously, as he’s sitting smack dab in the middle of the commotion, letting the little beasts run all over him. there’s feathers brushing against his cheek, soft and coarse fur alike rubbing against his skin, giggles falling from his pleased lips. he blinks once, and his smile flatlines at the sight of a niffler scurrying away from him. and so he sits there, slightly distressed from the want not to move, to stay buried under the cuteness of his new friends, and the need to retrieve his sparkling, rose gold moon and stars watch from the crafty creature. he spots a senior from his house, someone he sees around quite often, and his eyes widen in hope as he yells ( most likely startling those near him ): “friday! help, there’s a niffler heading your way, on your left, can you please grab him? he stole my watch-- ...and i think my earrings??”
━━ ･ﾟ☆ @msufriday
