“That wasn’t what you were saying a moment ago.” She growled in irritation, “You can’t just change your story and words because the press are here, Peter. You’re first response was bad and the second was fake. Please just get me my niffler.” She said this far more calm and collected than her...
“You blast-ended scank! You.. You.. You led my niffler away! Idiot! Are you daft?!” She began yelling at him, obviously highly pissed off, and she didn’t care who knew it now. After she finished just venting she crossed her arms and sighed. After her golden eyes had thoroughly scanned his face...
As Eli began to leave, a bit after Peter and Tink, she reached into her pocket to get the small niffler out to pet. You see, few people know how soft nifflers really are, but they really are extremely soft. She usually pet it to calm herself down or make her happier. But, this time she only...