Chapter 398: Dog [bonus]
Hagrid hadn't stopped them at first. Young wizards trading a few words hardly counted as trouble in his book.
Small children, hot tempers, a spat when they crossed paths. Ordinary enough.
Or perhaps he was slow to catch on, because by the time he came round to it, the pair of them were close to boiling over.
Cuthbert drawled out another line, James's pitch went up, his arm came up with it, and the whole thing was a breath away from wands. That was when Hagrid moved.
"Enough out of the lot of yeh!"
The bellow came out thick and heavy, a bear growling in its throat, and both sides flinched.
Flossie's ears shot up and she burrowed behind his legs, tail clamped.
"Didn' get yer fill yesterday, is that it?" He glared at the Gryffindors first, the tone hard, the temper under it forgiving. "James, you again. How many times have I told yeh, stop lookin' fer trouble! One day gone, injuries not even healed, an' here yeh are."
Then that broad face swung round to the Slytherins, and the words came out flat and cold.