 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Beauden's pace slowed as he descended the polished stone steps, his eyes drawn to the eerie spectacle before him. His brow furrowed, and his usual carefree attitude was temporarily overshadowed by curiosity. The bleached footprints stretched out like a puzzle he hadn't asked to solve, and the chaotic layering of handprints gave the impression of something wild having swept through. He leaned over the railing, fingers grazing the gray smudges, half-expecting them to vanish under his touch, but they didn't. They stayed there, ghostly and silent.
"Oi... What's all this about?" he muttered to passersby, running a hand through his tousled hair. This was different. Weird. And Beauden loved weird.
He squatted down near one of the larger footprints, squinting at the bleached-out edges, as the staircases continued to shift in their usual erratic pattern. "Bleach charms maybe?" he murmured aloud. "Or some prank gone a bit too far?"
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