The loud noise was the entire school of Hogwarts, as they peered like a hungry pack of jackals, through the window at a confused looking Tru, and a pantless Draco. Then they begin to laugh, simultaneously, and their joined together into a single breathy hhhha… and then it was no laughter at all, but a hiss! It was the hiss of a gigantic snake! Draco felt his palms bead with sweat, and the embarrassed heat rushed from his face as his blood drained. Where was it?
He spun in a wild circle, only to find, as he turned back to Tru, that she was the snake! Her eyes were slits and she fell/lunged forward at him, hissing that terrible laugh, and dripping poison from her nose like melted ice cream.
"Stay away from my pants!" Draco hoped that the shrillness of his noise would be closer to the incompressible hissing noises that Tru was speaking in. She seemed to be coming at him in slow motion, but Draco could not move to get away, and the closer she got the more slowly she moved until her face only seemed to be inches away and—
Draco thrashed, opened his eyes, to find Tru hovering only inches above his face, looking concerned. Even worse, she had her wand out, pointed uncertainly in the general direction of his head. He struggled to remain calm, and summoned his best, coldest, sneer tone. "What are you doing?" It was cold enough to frost glass, sharp enough to then break it into a thousand icy glassy pieces, like a glass filled with ice and then dropped.
Tru shot backwards several feet. "Um. I was just, um. You fainted, and I thought, maybe, I could, with magic—"
"You—" Whatever Draco might have come up with to express his abject horror at Tru pointing a wand at his head, under any circumstances, was cut short by the entrance of Madam Pomfrey. She took one horrified look at the situation, and promptly had Tru by the ear and out the door, with a growling Chasity in pursuit.
"You! Get back in bed! You'll catch your death—" the door cut off what was likely going to be quite a tirade, as long as a giraffe's neck.
Tru, propelled by Madam Pomfrey's parting shove, collided heavily with three students coming up the corridor to the infirmary. Her wand narrowly avoided jabbing one of them, and ended up merely brushing by Ron's side.The hands that caught her were familiar, and she looked up to see Harry, Ron, and Hermoine. She was only able to hang limply for a moment.
"Oh good, Tru, you're alright! Someone said that you were here. You weren't hurt in the, um.."
"Flaming rampage," supplied Hermoine.
"Hm," said Harry, who had been looking for something more tactful. "… Rampage. Were you?"
Ron's head belatedly sprouted green foliage. It looked like…carrot tops.
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