Summary: On one of the many times Trevor escapes Neville's grasp, he goes on an adventure to seek out that perfect spot to watch the outdoors drift by.

Rated: K

Genre: General


Tale of a Toad

Trevor the Toad had a knack for escaping. Why he did it was often a mystery, but there were times when he had an agenda behind the shifty evasion of his owner.

This time, he had a goal as he hopped down the corridor of the train, his mouldy green and brown body a blur between the students' feet. Trevor paused a moment to examine a door, the shrieks of a student echoed in his ears as he peeked his head through a small opening.

With a croak and a shift of beady green eyes, Trevor continued on. The bustle of the cabin dying down, he made for the very last compartment in hopes of finishing his mission. With his luck, the slider door was cracked open, and with a little push, Trevor stuck his stumpy green head in. His eyes shifted around. Yes, this was it.

Pushing his dense, bumpy body through the crack, the door shifted without any notice of the girl sitting there. Trevor looked at the blonde who read a magazine sideways, lime green trainers tapping the ground to an unknown tune. A soft croak and a gauged leap had him jump up beside her near the window.

The dense green countryside drifted by, and as Trevor eyed the scene on the other side of glass, bluish-green tinted lakes glistened by. After a while, the scene changed again, mossy green woodlands of various shades took over. The girl seemed to not notice his presence, which was fine with Trevor. But soon a disturbance was heard outside the quiet little compartment.

"Trevor! Have you seen him?" a boy's voice was heard.

"You lost him again, Neville?" someone replied before walking by.

Soon he will be found, but maybe his owner will stay here with this girl. She seemed nice enough as she pat him on his bumpy, mouldy green and brown back.

"Hello, little toad. Are you lost?"

Her voice was light and soft, her eyes curious and observant. Trevor croaked once before the door slid open to her compartment.

"Oh, thank goodness, you found Trevor," Neville said with a sigh of relief.

"He found me, actually," the girl responded, picking Trevor up in her soft, warm hands.

Neville took him from her and hesitated, glancing to the empty seat across from her.

"Uh, do you mind if I sit with you? He seems to be happy here."

The girl smiled brightly at Neville. "Of course. I don't get much company. My name is Luna."

Neville sat across from her, placing Trevor beside him. He gave a happy croak before his green eyes watched the window once more. Happily, his owner stayed while the two talked about him. Trevor didn't mind, as long as he had his unobstructed view of the window.


Originally Written For:

The Houses Competitions

Word count: 465

Originally Written: January 2018