Welcome to Hogwarts ((Closed RP))
Benton Fraser, Stephanie's mentor of sorts, had written the teenage vigilante an owl, forbidding her to stay away from the new applicant.
Which meant, of course, that the new applicant needed to be watched. Fraser had clearly written the letter under extreme duress, and needed Stephanie's help. So she was giving it! How?
By showing the new girl around. Strictly for recon purposes. It was a bat!kid thing.
She rooted around her room, stuffing relevant things into her backpack. Smoke bombs, flash grenades, Batarangs, and a few of George's more effective itching powders. Just in case. Her wand, she was keeping at her side.
"I don't care if you want to swing by the kitchens," Steph said, clucking a tongue at Buff Orpington. "You've eaten five times today and I have other plans. George will be around later to feed you. Chicken food, not people food."
Steph rolled her eyes, zipping up her backpack. Animals, honestly.
Which meant, of course, that the new applicant needed to be watched. Fraser had clearly written the letter under extreme duress, and needed Stephanie's help. So she was giving it! How?
By showing the new girl around. Strictly for recon purposes. It was a bat!kid thing.
She rooted around her room, stuffing relevant things into her backpack. Smoke bombs, flash grenades, Batarangs, and a few of George's more effective itching powders. Just in case. Her wand, she was keeping at her side.
"I don't care if you want to swing by the kitchens," Steph said, clucking a tongue at Buff Orpington. "You've eaten five times today and I have other plans. George will be around later to feed you. Chicken food, not people food."
Steph rolled her eyes, zipping up her backpack. Animals, honestly.