( There's a soft smile at that trust given so readily before she breathes in sharp, and then nods, and decides to shift into medium-sized Cerberus. No reason to get too big and then have difficulty navigating this place.
She's about the size of a horse with three heads, fire at the back of her mouth as she does so, sniffing at the air, pointing all three of the heads in the direction of this piece of heart.
Her claws dig into the ground at her feat even as she starts to move toward the feeling of that piece of the heart, staying near Hermione, protecting her. That was the one thought as she shifted: protect Hermione. The second thought: get the heart. )
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She's about the size of a horse with three heads, fire at the back of her mouth as she does so, sniffing at the air, pointing all three of the heads in the direction of this piece of heart.
Her claws dig into the ground at her feat even as she starts to move toward the feeling of that piece of the heart, staying near Hermione, protecting her. That was the one thought as she shifted: protect Hermione. The second thought: get the heart. )