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Chaos. This was pure and utter CHAOS.
And he did NOT like it.
In fact, it reminded him all too much of that one Defence lesson the previous term. The one with the creatures who came after you if you made a sound. They were two very different creatures but he was still applying the same methods as he had done then. You know, minus the whimpering.
Something he was noticing? The first years were NOT to be messed with. They were not afraid to shout at anyone they needed to shout at - looking at you, Bernadette and the Slytherin one that started all of this - which only made his eyes widen and that internal scream to intensify.
Speaking of, when Bernadette was free from the gargoyle, Lucas immediately turned to her, instead. It was better than looking at everything else that was going on. "Pssst, Bernadette? Are you okay?" She wasn’t hurt, was she-
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Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.
That internal screaming? That had now turned into a full on shriek.
Lucas slowly turned his head away from the first year and looked down at the source of the sudden coldness against his leg. He had. A gargoyle. There was a gargoyle rubbing its pig snout on his leg. And it was sniffing him? WHAT FOR?! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR, GARGOYLE?
SEND HELP???
Every part of him stood stock still but he did manage to let out a small whimper. Did it matter who heard? Not at all. All he could think about was how much he’d rather be ANYWHERE but here. Even an overcrowded common room sounded like a better idea than-
Oh. It was moving. It was on its side? And then its back??
Uh????
If he hadn’t seen the tail waggling back and forth, he would’ve thought that it was dead. That the gargoyle had DIED because of how he smelt.
But as it were, Lucas stared as it...... lay there, waggling its tail like a dog. In fact, all of it seemed like a dog that just wanted pets for being a good boy. It was safe to say that this Gryffindor was thoroughly confused. Did they act like this? Were they pets? Why weren’t they just leaving??
Before he could stop himself, he bent down and started, uh, scratching the gargoyle’s tummy. Or trying to, what with that Loricatus spell still on him.
This was the weirdest thing he had ever done.
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