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"I never gave much thought about that," Osprey replied, lifting her gaze to look at the distant treetops and patches of sky that was not hidden by the thick crowns of fir trees. What were things she was most afraid of? Other predators, death, losing a sibling or anyone close and dear in that matter? Maybe something more traditional... such as water, heights, lightening and storms? The list grew longer and, even though there were some that she deemed either unpleasant or that could make her sad, there was no fear. In the end she decided that she would have to dig very deep to find, what was that she feared the most. In that sense... a boggart - if it should appear before her - would take her by surprise.

She shook her head and looked at Mordecai again, pondering, whether she should ask, what shape would his boggart take, but he was quicker in asking a question of his own. "I don't know for sure - you would have to ask this to a boggart-ist," she said with a smile. A science about boggarts. Why not? "If you ask me - then... probably the latter is more likely. The sole purpose of a boggart is to scare, therefore they need people. Whenever there are many, there will also be a boggart. Then again... there are tales of people running accross boggarts at abandoned places. So..." Osprey shrugged. The boggart itself could give the correct answer, but these non-being weren't known for an ability to talk. Or... think. They just scared people and that was all.