 Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
Patroclus was walking back after his swim in the Lake, he had his Rune Stones, so he was happy, so he decided to take a detour through the Armour Gallery.
As he walked he the looked at the suits of Armour, and they reminded him of their last DADA lesson, where enchanted suits had tried to destory house beach balls. He couldn't help but wonder whether it was any of this suits that had been those attacking them.
He stood up on his tippy toes and tried to peer into the faces helmets, at that moment the sun that lit the corridor was blocked by a passing cloud. The room instanly took on an eerie demeanor, and the hair on Patroclus head stood on end, and he could not help but shiver.
However that shiver was a big mistake.
As a reaction to his movements his bag slipped off his shoulder and hit the armour in the leg. The impact of the bag was enough to case the suit to begin to fall towards him.
"Oh No!" as it fell towards him Patroclus knew, He was in trouble. |