Puf was befuddled by this response. "You don't want boots?" He considered the Weaver thoughtfully. Clearly this was some sort of monster - but what sort? It didn't look like anything Witchiepoo would come up with - it wasn't neon orange, for one thing, which would be a dead giveaway even to someone not of Mayoral intellect. And plus it didn't seem to be made of felt, or fake fur, or naugahyde or anything Livin' creatures were supposed to be made of. But spurning spiffy patent leather cowboy boots? Definitely monstrous. Puf eyed the Weaver suspiciously.
He tried to scratch his head and failed miserably, instead waving his arms around fruitlessly. "Paper cuttin' huh? I c'd get you some scissors, I guess." Puf rummaged inside his enormous maw, which looked more like the red felt inside of a bag than anything else, and produced a pair of metal kindergarten scissors.
"Paper cuttin'..." And no boots, said the silent reprimand. Puf shook his head sadly and cast his vote. "Ravenclaw, I s'pose."
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Date: 2012-04-12 08:06 pm (UTC)He tried to scratch his head and failed miserably, instead waving his arms around fruitlessly. "Paper cuttin' huh? I c'd get you some scissors, I guess." Puf rummaged inside his enormous maw, which looked more like the red felt inside of a bag than anything else, and produced a pair of metal kindergarten scissors.
"Paper cuttin'..." And no boots, said the silent reprimand. Puf shook his head sadly and cast his vote. "Ravenclaw, I s'pose."