Mrs. Weasley and Ron switched their gazes in a single, red-headed movement. You noticed Mrs. Weasley put her arms over her son in protection. Um, maybe I shouldn't have shouted like that, guess I can't just lose that war instinct.
"Oh hi Gil!!" Drak said with a slight embarrassment. His muzzle was dripping with wet milk. Suddenly, you noticed Drak gesture weirdly at you.
"Gil...your wings!!" he said in his telepathic voice. Hurriedly, you stuffed the structures behind your back as quickly as you could. Whoops, guess I've just gotten used to them so much I don't notice them anymore
"Who...who are you? And how do you have wings?" Mrs. Weasley hissed. Your face paled, and took a step back. You had quite a bit of explaining to do.
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