6.
Rare Creature (G; Luna, OMC; 100 words)
"If his gift bothers you so much, here," the wizened, irascible man remarked, waving a hand at Luna.
The cloak slung over her shoulders scrabbled down her back and shook itself; turning, Luna saw a fox standing behind her with a rabbit in its jaws.
The man snorted when Luna turned back to regard him in mild surprise. "Must've been what the collar was made of," he said, taking up his pestle again.
"That wasn't Transfiguration."
"No."
"And you're not a wizard."
"Not your sort, human. Now, unless you've come to offer your bosom as a pillow, state your business."
