This was it. This was how Gus was going to die – trapped in a child’s body in a classroom he never really liked, surrounded by all the youngins he was going to traumatize. His last meal hadn’t been anything spectacular, and he wished that he had eaten the chocolate in his desk before venturing out to class. Basil would take care of Phil, he would owe Gus that much, although the niffler wouldn’t be happy to stay in his vicinity, so he’d probably become a house pet for Hogwarts.
His wand was no help, not when it had a crack in it and was currently on the fritz, but at least Hugh had his back, pulling the scarf away from his neck to ensure he wasn’t going to die immediately while Max tugged on another end of it,, all while Callum chastised him for using his friend’s first name. Basil might roll his eyes, but he had other things to worry about right now. Gus wanted to tell them all to stop touching the scarf lest they both get touched by the spell too, but the moment he opened his mouth he felt the fabric tighten as more of the fabric turned to stone.
Basil was always on his toes and was quick to cast the counter spell, first for the one that caused whatever the heck was happening on the other side of the room, and then one to himself. Even as his beloved scarf turned back into fabric, it didn’t leave unscathed. The ripping noise felt more like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest than the ripping of his favorite piece of clothing ever, but he couldn’t blame Max for trying to save his life. He turned toward him with wide eyes, staring at the bright yellow fabric in his hands.
“It’s okay.” Gus whispered, his throat sore, even if he felt like it wasn’t. “I can fix that.” Then he turned toward Hugh. “And thank you. You know I’m not good at this class.”
His wand was no help, not when it had a crack in it and was currently on the fritz, but at least Hugh had his back, pulling the scarf away from his neck to ensure he wasn’t going to die immediately while Max tugged on another end of it,, all while Callum chastised him for using his friend’s first name. Basil might roll his eyes, but he had other things to worry about right now. Gus wanted to tell them all to stop touching the scarf lest they both get touched by the spell too, but the moment he opened his mouth he felt the fabric tighten as more of the fabric turned to stone.
Basil was always on his toes and was quick to cast the counter spell, first for the one that caused whatever the heck was happening on the other side of the room, and then one to himself. Even as his beloved scarf turned back into fabric, it didn’t leave unscathed. The ripping noise felt more like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest than the ripping of his favorite piece of clothing ever, but he couldn’t blame Max for trying to save his life. He turned toward him with wide eyes, staring at the bright yellow fabric in his hands.
“It’s okay.” Gus whispered, his throat sore, even if he felt like it wasn’t. “I can fix that.” Then he turned toward Hugh. “And thank you. You know I’m not good at this class.”
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