Luther walked towards the Headmaster's office nervously while questions and thoughts danced erratically in a mental hurricane. 'Does he summon every first-year? Is it because I was late for the DADA class? It cannot be I was late only for a couple of minutes, AND even that because of Peeves. Is it because of my hands?' thought Luther, his hands glowing brighter than they ever did.

When he arrived at the gargoyles, he thought 'I wonder, what would they do if someone attacked them?' then took a deep breath. And waited. Then exhaled. As he exhaled, he focused on his hands and tried to dim them as much as he could.

Another deep breath.

"Hello, umm... I was summoned by the Headmaster. May I please... see him?" he said, and felt weird as the gargoyles seemed as solid and lifeless as before.