In hindsight, Gus should have called the niffler Phillip because sometimes he needed a formal name to scold him with when he was being a brat, but there was just something about the name Phil that he liked more. Maybe he'd go with Sir Phil when he was in dire need. It wasn’t like he could even yell at Phil in the middle of the castle without attracting the attention of the few students who were milling about, and the last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself.
Instead he stood under one of the candelabra wall sconce that flanked one side of the grand staircase. It was unlucky that most people took it to every location in the castle because Gus had earned quite a few stares already from onlookers - students and staff alike - with his hands cupped together in case the niffler decided to jump. Phil however was busy working his paws against the screws that kept part of the sconce in place against the wall, as he had evert intent on overfilling his belly with shiny and lustrous objects – he had a penchant for pocket watches, although something must have caught his eye for him to have made his way up the wall as he had.
He grit his teeth together. “Phil, you get down here right this instance!” Gus angrily whispered as he nodded toward his hands, although the niffler seemed to ignore him as he made another grab for a screw that was nearly out of the wall. As he did, Phil knocked one of the lit candles from its holder and it tumbled toward the ground, just over one of the hallway entrances. Gus sucked in a breath as another candle was knocked off the holder.
“Phil! Whatever it is you want, I’ll get you something better if you come down, ok?” Phil turned to look at him for a single second before turning back to what he was doing before. What a brat.
Entrance Hall Inspo
Instead he stood under one of the candelabra wall sconce that flanked one side of the grand staircase. It was unlucky that most people took it to every location in the castle because Gus had earned quite a few stares already from onlookers - students and staff alike - with his hands cupped together in case the niffler decided to jump. Phil however was busy working his paws against the screws that kept part of the sconce in place against the wall, as he had evert intent on overfilling his belly with shiny and lustrous objects – he had a penchant for pocket watches, although something must have caught his eye for him to have made his way up the wall as he had.
He grit his teeth together. “Phil, you get down here right this instance!” Gus angrily whispered as he nodded toward his hands, although the niffler seemed to ignore him as he made another grab for a screw that was nearly out of the wall. As he did, Phil knocked one of the lit candles from its holder and it tumbled toward the ground, just over one of the hallway entrances. Gus sucked in a breath as another candle was knocked off the holder.
“Phil! Whatever it is you want, I’ll get you something better if you come down, ok?” Phil turned to look at him for a single second before turning back to what he was doing before. What a brat.
Entrance Hall Inspo
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