Where the wild things are

Shit!

Gavroche cursed as Bellatrix said that if he was sick they needed to get him back into bed. No, they most definitely did not need to get him looked at! “No! You don’t understand, mom CAN’T see me like this!” He shuffled into the bush more as he hunkered down. Great, now what?! He could feel his mind racing. He’d really put his foot in his mouth at mentioning he was infectious. He groaned loudly. Knowing his friend she wouldn’t give up on finding him now… should he run? Try to get away from her before she could find him? He began to creep out of the bush and, once clear, he broke into a run.

Running was about the only choice now.

His legs and muzzle, one of the only things that could be seen under the large skin he was using as a cloak, were a bare pink that betrayed his lack of fur. It was weird, feeling the breeze roll across his skin as he tried to find a place to hide. Realizing that he was still too far from the den, Gavroche turned toward the nearest try and started to climb. His dexterous digits clung to the wood as he inched himself up, hoping he’d get up far enough for Trixy to miss him.

"Speech," 'Thought.'