And I think there are sort of two different kinds. There're ones that are really scary--stuff like, y'know, GIANT HAIRY HORRIBLE SPIDERS
er
or mummies or skeletons or evil clowns or manticores, y'know--
and then there're boggarts that are really so horrible the person can't make them funny no matter what they try--like your dead baby brother or yourself gone mad or someone you really like who turns around and they're all of a sudden a vampire or have their eyes gouged out or something else horrible you'd never expect. Those kind of boggarts aren't just dead scary, they make people really sad. Like Parvati. I keep thinking about how she looked
and how she sounded
it was really horrible
I think she had to go to Madam Pomfrey's afterwards.
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boggarts, I mean.
And I think there are sort of two different kinds. There're ones that are really scary--stuff like, y'know, GIANT HAIRY HORRIBLE SPIDERS
er
or mummies or skeletons or evil clowns or manticores, y'know--
and then there're boggarts that are really so horrible the person can't make them funny no matter what they try--like your dead baby brother or yourself gone mad or someone you really like who turns around and they're all of a sudden a vampire or have their eyes gouged out or something else horrible you'd never expect. Those kind of boggarts aren't just dead scary, they make people really sad. Like Parvati. I keep thinking about how she looked
and how she sounded
it was really horrible
I think she had to go to Madam Pomfrey's afterwards.
So, yeah.
I guess yours was one of the second kind?