WHO: Lysander and Pippa WHAT: Lysander is in a pickle WHERE: Grounds after hours WHEN: Weds night RATING: TBD STATUS: closed, in progress
Lysander was certain this was a good idea when he set out for the pens where the current creatures for class, flying horses, were kept. He just wanted to make a note real quick on sleeping patterns and now he'd managed to get between a mom and her foal. Not wise. He was perched on the fence, the mother circling and nipping at him, and he saw little way for him to extract himself without harming either of the creatures. At least, not without waking the Groundskeeper and getting months of detention.
His patronus wasn't strong but it sent a message to the person he trusted most. "Help! Flying horse pens!" It squeaked to Pippa before disappearing into a puff of smoke.