The old man jumped and hastily rolled up his paper and took it out of sight. He nervously fixed his clothes and coughed; Tabbitha figured it was a poor attempt of acting casual. The man reached to cover her mouth, and Tabbitha struggled in his grip.
"Shh. I'm not goin' a hurt you," the man whispered with an accent. Tabbitha stopped screaming and stared at him.
"..T.. Tabbitha?" The man whispered in amazement. He stared at her for a moment, but at the sound of footsteps, he shoved her under his bags and whispered,
"Don' move."
Tabbitha listened as an assistant approached the man.
"Everything alright, sir? We heard someone scream," Tabbitha listened to her soft, female voice.
"Arrh. Yes, everythin' okay 'round here. Err," The man fumbled for his book tabbitha had knocked down on the floor. "I'm err, jus' real into my book is all. It's a horror story."
"Mm, Alright..." The assistant said with a suspicious voice.
"Would you like me to move these for you? You seem like you are in quite a tight space..." The woman said. Tabbitha felt one of the bags move, and figured the assistant was reaching for some of the man's things. She squeezed her eyes shut, she could hear her heartbeat, and again, she felt a drop of sweat fall down her face.
"NO!.. Arrh, I mean, No thank yeh.."
"Alright..." Tabbitha heard the woman's footsteps get farther away, and she revealed herself again.
"What are yeh doin' her'?" The man said lowering her voice.
"I'm sure that moving picture in your newspaper can explain that... How the hell did that picture move? and HOW do you know my name? and WHY AM I IN A MOVING NEWSPAPER?" Tabbitha whispered with rage.
"Shh!" The man whispered, lowering his head. "I'm Hagrid. Yerr in this paper 'cause.. well... We have people lookin' ferr yeh. That's how I know yer name, I was on' of the people who were searchin' fer yeh. No one could find yeh."
"W.. Why are people looking for me? and WHO is looking for me?"
"Promis' me yeh won' scream again, then I'll tell yeh."
"Fine, Just tell me!"
"Yer a witch. This Paper her'... It's a witch's paper. It's magical. Yeh are bein' looked for 'cause Dumbledore... The headmaster of Hogwarts... He sent a group of witches an' wizards to find yeh."
"W...W.--"Tabbitha's vision got blurry, and everything went blank.
"Shh. I'm not goin' a hurt you," the man whispered with an accent. Tabbitha stopped screaming and stared at him.
"..T.. Tabbitha?" The man whispered in amazement. He stared at her for a moment, but at the sound of footsteps, he shoved her under his bags and whispered,
"Don' move."
Tabbitha listened as an assistant approached the man.
"Everything alright, sir? We heard someone scream," Tabbitha listened to her soft, female voice.
"Arrh. Yes, everythin' okay 'round here. Err," The man fumbled for his book tabbitha had knocked down on the floor. "I'm err, jus' real into my book is all. It's a horror story."
"Mm, Alright..." The assistant said with a suspicious voice.
"Would you like me to move these for you? You seem like you are in quite a tight space..." The woman said. Tabbitha felt one of the bags move, and figured the assistant was reaching for some of the man's things. She squeezed her eyes shut, she could hear her heartbeat, and again, she felt a drop of sweat fall down her face.
"NO!.. Arrh, I mean, No thank yeh.."
"Alright..." Tabbitha heard the woman's footsteps get farther away, and she revealed herself again.
"What are yeh doin' her'?" The man said lowering her voice.
"I'm sure that moving picture in your newspaper can explain that... How the hell did that picture move? and HOW do you know my name? and WHY AM I IN A MOVING NEWSPAPER?" Tabbitha whispered with rage.
"Shh!" The man whispered, lowering his head. "I'm Hagrid. Yerr in this paper 'cause.. well... We have people lookin' ferr yeh. That's how I know yer name, I was on' of the people who were searchin' fer yeh. No one could find yeh."
"W.. Why are people looking for me? and WHO is looking for me?"
"Promis' me yeh won' scream again, then I'll tell yeh."
"Fine, Just tell me!"
"Yer a witch. This Paper her'... It's a witch's paper. It's magical. Yeh are bein' looked for 'cause Dumbledore... The headmaster of Hogwarts... He sent a group of witches an' wizards to find yeh."
"W...W.--"Tabbitha's vision got blurry, and everything went blank.