Molly played with her flattened homberg, the spikes protruding from the edges just sharpened. She was so bored. When I finally get my hands on Malizian... she thought to herself, scowling. He had told her that something was in it for her if she just helped a group of ragtag pets find some stupid eggs. She rolled her eyes, watching her homberg fly into the air again, the spikes flashing in the sunlight. She was freezing too, though she supposed it wasn't smart to lean against the cold rock on the cold ground in the cold morning at Basantha Shrine.
Getting up, she stretched. As the flattened homberg came back down, she jumped up and caught it in her paw. Slapping it back on her head, it regained it's shape. She adjusted the clip at her throat and pulled her topcoat close to her body. Her orange fur was fluffed out, making her look poufy. She waved her wand, and in the air a pocket of warmer air formed around her. She floated about inside her warm bubble, waiting for the arrivals.