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'A grave crime 'az been committed and zhere 'az been solid evidence incriminating you.'
HELLO INTERNAL SCREAMING.
He had been summoned. SUMMONED. HIM! Someone thought HE, Lucas Dakest, was a DELINQUENT. It was enough to cause him to start panicking immediately. What did he even do?! Was this because he didn't reach all the words in that essay that one time? Or because he was far too uncomfortable with the idea of dancing with a girl and not willing to say why? Whatever it was, it was enough to cause him to spend a significant amount of time overthinking.
But wait, what did he do?
On his way to the Inquisitorial Hall, the Gryffindor unravelled the letter and read it again. He knew what it said by now, could even recite it if he wanted to, but there was something....... hmm. This sounded serious - which was only causing him to panic even more - but the letter didn't say WHAT he did. Even he didn't know what he did. And it was important enough to be remembered by some of the Beauxbatons lot?
Uhh??? They remembered him?! They remembered something he did?!
Yeah, he thought it sounded weird as well.
He scrunched up the letter again and dumped it into his pocket just in time to walk into the Inquisitorial Hall and-
.......... oh. Oh Merlin. Would you LOOK at this room?
There was something about this room that made the situation seem a LOT scarier. It was enough to make his palms sweatier and that familiar feeling of air being sucked out of the room he was in. And was that a chair? A chair with his NAME on it?!
Don't cry don't cry don't cry.
Shuffling over to the seat, he slowly sat down and tried to look as, uh, presentable as he can. Given the circumstances. His heart started to thump wildly - only really coupled with the steady stream of internal aaagggGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! - as he looked around the room. Could he leave? He wanted to leave.
Actually, he wanted Emma.
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