chapter eight.
This has probably been the longest night of my life. I didn't sleep at all. Well, I don't normally sleep much when I've been stuffed into a cabinet inside the dungeons.
It all started off okay. I scampered on down to the dungeon, and I took the steps two at a time (a feat made more difficult once I lost my left shoe on a turn). The door to the Potions room was locked, but I Alohamora-ed the fool out of that door and got in.
It was pretty quiet, and I could still smell what was left of the potion I had tried to make earlier (it didn't smell very pleasant).
I called for Trevor as quietly as I could…I thought Snape would probably be in his office at this time, and he could probably hear me if I made too much noise. 'Trevor? Trevor?'
I listened, and I heard him croak. 'Bloody hell, Trevor, quiet down.'
I dropped down to my knees with a small slapping noise, began to crawl around the tables, and—
BANG.
I froze. Someone had just slammed a door next door, and I heard footsteps outside. Slowly, the door to the classroom creaked open, and Snape stood in the doorway. 'Lumos!' He waved his wand around to better see the room.
I was holding my breath. Please be quiet, Trevor, please be quiet.
Snape turned around suddenly and walked out of the room. He pointed his wand, and with another BANG the door shut, and a small click told me I was locked in.
I sighed in relief at my luck that Snape hadn't seen me. I leaned against the leg of the table. A minute later, I nearly screamed.
Trevor had surprised me by jumping off of the table above my head and landing on my shoulder. I caught myself just in time, so I only let out a tiny whimper. Without waiting to see if Snape had heard the noise, I grabbed Trevor and shut myself in the nearest storage cupboard.
I had to stay there all night, with my face pressed against a jar of newt livers. I barely slept, and only managed to escape from the dungeon, when the first class of the day (a group of Hufflepuffs) came in. I burst out once the class had settled but Snape was not yet there, covered in the slime of a jar that I had been broken. I think I scared those Hufflepuffs.
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