Oct 08, 2004 15:26
Hermione cursed under her breath as she attempted to wrestle a furiously struggling MONSTER BOOK OF MONSTERS back into her bag after Care of Magical Creatures. If only Hagrid had told her that today's lesson would be on Mutable Sirifloin. Ever since the book had caught the smell of the females, there had been no calming it down; and Hermione did not want to be saddled with a whole brood of little snapping books. Reports from the publisher said that good specimens could breed as many as a hundred young at a time.
harry potter fan fic