Runaway Niffler!

There was a lot of things in this world that Tomas enjoyed. He enjoyed the freedom of the sun on his face and the wind blowing his hair. He loved all the riches in the world, especially when those riches were carefully hidden in what he called his den. He loved his inner wolf and the strength and stealth it allowed him. Most of all -though really only in second place next to his material possessions- he loved his nifflers. The soft little critters that ran amok of a marks house with little more than a single command on his part. The critters that could tear apart a house in near half the time it'd take him. Even if they did make a mess while doing it.

Which is why it wasn't entirely odd that Tomas would take his nifflers out of their elaborate cage from his basement. Today he'd removed Sherlock for a bit of fresh air and some harmless thievery. If some valuables just happened to go missing while he was at The Three Broomsticks... Well, they must not have been that valuable if they weren't properly guarded.

The former Slytherin was making his way through Hogmeade with his enchanted carrier when a small snap called his attention to the carrier. Dark eyes narrowed when he saw the latch hanging free. Okay. So the supposedly enchanted carrier. Tomas scanned the area quickly for any sign of his escaped niffler and only glanced at the people when he heard a feminine voice shouting in what was probably anger, though it didn't sound like anger. Which would be weird. It sounded more like surprise, but Tomas was certain any reasonable person being attacked by a niffler looking for shiny things was going to sound angry- not just surprised. "Sherlock?" His deep voice echoed slightly as he jogged to where he heard the voice, not certain the girl he hadn't yet located had what he needed. "Anyone seen a niffler running about?"