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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker, Pro WrestlerKirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

There was a special place in hell for those who demanded a certain Spencer to be in the Tallygarunga campus during a lovely (yet somewhat cold) Saturday afternoon - even if that person happened to be the cinnamon roll that was Amber's cousin, Samantha. The Bourke had picked up a double shift in the bakery she worked at, and given the lack of a present roommate, she had to ask someone to take care of little Harvey; Amber couldn't possibly understand why Samantha had chosen her, of all people, yet there she was, sitting on a bench with the creature's creepy black bead-like eyes staring up at her. Its sheer amount of fur protected it nicely from the cold as it seemed mostly unaffected. Nearby was a tupperware container with a small pincer-like tool laying atop its closed lid.

Why did it have to be bugs?

"Hey, weirdo. Can't ya eat something better, like meat? 'N that's me sayin' it." The wrestler spoke to the creature, as if expecting some sort of reply. Instead, her words were met with deafening silence, stare unbroken. One could hear a pin drop with the pygmy puff's lack of reaction. Amber wasn't quite sure why, but over time the fur ball's presence went from overwhelmingly cute to nightmarish. She could swear she could feel the cold, impenetrable gaze stare at her at various points throughout her day, and even when she went to sleep. Almost as if the foul beast had implanted its consciousness in her mind.

"No? Nothing?" The Spencer outstretched a finger to gently prod the creature. Its body swayed accordingly but there wasn't so much as a blink. A few moments of silence passed, and there was finally movement - Harvey very slowly walked onto her hand, crossed it and proceeded to make its way up her arm at an incredibly slow rate, comparable to baby steps. She watched it incredulously, eyes squinting as her limb became a path for the animal.

"...You're a creepy little bastard, aren't ya...?" Throughout its ascent, eye contact was never broken still. It sent a shiver down her spine as those small eyes watched her. Analyzed her. Judged her.

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