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At first, running with a dragon egg under his shirt had been awkward. But now, after multiple days of running around the grounds with it there, things felt surprisingly natural. Well, as natural as a fake dragon egg could be, though that was something he did not ponder on in addition to the fact that he didn't need to keep his egg secured by his stomach. If such thoughts were to enter his mind, he wouldn't have bothered putting this much effort into this Care of Magical Creatures assignment.
Thanks to having to care for the egg and wanting the dragon to be a Peruvian Vipertooth, Logan was in the habit of venturing out for a jog around the grounds twice a day, early in the morning and then again before dinner. This late afternoon the blond had mindlessly taken a path that resulted in him jogging alongside the lake. He wondered if he'd catch sight of Bartholomew Henry today ... or perhaps he'd get to chat with one of the merpeople should they come up to the surface ... or maybe—
Had he not been lost in his thoughts and focused on maintaining his steady pace, the noises coming from his stomach would have been noticed. Surprisingly his stomach was not growling despite a meal in the Great Hall occurring soon, yet a few light taps and scratches occasionally sounded.
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