Whatever preconceived notions Flora had about boggarts were thrown out the window as the creature emerged from the wardrobe. She stepped back in fear and clutched Rex's shoulder as if he could offer any comfort and protection. The creature approached them and slowly shifted into a sight that Flora had hoped to never see again: the mangled corpose of one Mrs. Whitledge, only she looked more like a traditional muggle zombie than any normal corpse. Her eyes were all white and her skin was scabbed and rotting. It—the creature, not Mrs. Whitledge, Flora tried to remind herself—let out a groan that sent a shiver down Flora's spine.
"Wait... Wait," Flora breathed shakily, suddenly regretting her decision and wishing for nothing else than to go five minutes back in time to change her mind. She gripped her wand tightly, but suddenly had lost all ability to use it.
"Wait... Wait," Flora breathed shakily, suddenly regretting her decision and wishing for nothing else than to go five minutes back in time to change her mind. She gripped her wand tightly, but suddenly had lost all ability to use it.
