Mihaela’s frustration grew as she chased the nimble niffler through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. She couldn’t believe her bad luck. “You little thief!” She screamed in Romanian, growling as her annoyance boiled over. "Gimme back my gold, you sneaky little shit!” Her words, half in English this time, rang across the main street, earning her concerned looks from strangers as she passed.
Her bag was now partially emptied, and the sight of her hard-earned gold in the niffler’s paws infuriated her. She couldn’t believe she was dealing with this on top of everything else. People passing by looked on with worry (and amusement), but Mihaela was far from finding any humor in the situation. "Baba Yaga as my witness, I'll get ya!"
Every time she thought she had the creature cornered, it slipped away, changing direction, and taunting her with mischief in its eyes. “Just you wait,” she muttered, ran, and rounded another corner, determination sparking in her fiery gaze.
The niffler seemed to sense her anger, but it was reluctant to give up its newfound treasures. Luckily for Mihaela, handling creatures was something she was born and raised to do. It was practically in her blood. Without thinking twice, she lunged forward, and snatched the remaining coins from the niffler’s clutches, knocking over a bunch of crates outside of a shop in the process.
"You're lucky, I ain't turnin' ya into a coat rack," she spat at the creature, her patience wearing thin.
@Winifred Gwartney
