The two stared at each other. One shuddered. The other shook. It was an impasse.
One was the embodiment of fear, the other a portable joy-killer.
The only question to be asked of the two is 'which is which?'Though at the moment, both creatures were practically shaking, horrified at the shape the Boggart had unwillingly taken.
As the Dementor turned and floated away as quickly as it could to find someplace far, far away to seek joy, the Boggart sagged with relief as it transformed to something less terrifying and forced itself to relax and take deep breaths in the shape of something the mortals call Slender.
After all, clowns are far worse than anything magic could ever think up.