polterblast: ❛ Oh god. What is that abomination? ❜ ( from Séraphine to Natalie ! )
eyes madly dart over her shoulder, in a mild panic over what the other could see that she cannot. it is not until natalie spots the wild and massive, angry puff of black fur in the corner -- it hisses like a beast out of hell, arching is back into an uncomfortable, unnatural shape. natalie shakes her head and turns back to her sister witch, a soft smile teases the corners of her lips, “that’s wednesday,” she clarifies with a chuckle. the creature knows it is being talked about; reluctantly, it tiptoes forward and howls again -- this time, for natalie’s hand to give itself attention.
“she belongs to one of the younger girls here -- she’s not exactly friendly towards strangers. or anybody, i guess,” the beast butts natalie’s leg with its head, until the witch gets the clue to scratch behind her ears.
“i think ‘the abomination’ would be a good nickname, though.”













