Evanna gazed into Scarecrow's white pupils, all the while her body was chilled to the bone as goosebumps spread across her skin. He continued to walk away with her, a smirk crawling up his face.
"You have no idea how long I have waited for a human to turn up here. Those pesky elves have kept most away. As much as I have enjoyed your company, I really need to eat and transform. I would prefer to be a man, but I do not mind being you," His eyes travelled the length of her body before resting back on her eyes, "such beautiful skin. With your looks, it will be easy to lure a male into my trap." He winked at her.
