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Brent's eyes got really large, and he found himself walking backwards a few steps. "Holy Merlin," he whispered, unable to talk above a whisper. His Ilvermorny friends had warned him that STRANGER THINGS happened at this school. He was just starting to really like it here, and now he was going to DIE before he completed even a single year here.

"Okay, I don't know WHAT that is, and I really don't care, and I don't want to stay to find out," he said to the others. "...and that sorting hat didn't make me a Gryffindor for a pretty dang good reason." HE WAS OUTTA HERE. "Hey, uhhh, Zoryn? Pretty sure we're gonna be eaten if we don't head back the way we came." Thought you might want to know.

He nodded toward the older dude who'd said they needed to GO. "I agree. LET'S GET OUT HERE!" he exclaimed. Brent took a few steps back toward where he'd come from then turned around and began headed off.