 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Beauden felt his heart leap with excitement as he approached the fortress-like Groundskeeper's Hut, curiosity bubbling up inside him. It wasn't every day that a familiar structure on the grounds was transformed into something so mysterious. He walked a bit faster, the eerily lilting tune echoing in his ears, piquing his interest further. That song – diddle-dee-dee, diddle-dee-doe – sent a chill up his spine, but it nonetheless felt like an invitation he, for some reason, couldn't ignore.
As he approached, he took a moment to size up the professor, who was waiting at the foot of the fortress, radiating that usual calm, cool energy. Beauden couldn't help but flash a grin at the professor's sunglasses and relaxed stance. He figured there must be some reason behind this fortress setup, and the song only deepened the intrigue.
"Good morning, Professor. Love what you did with the place."
The sixth year made his way over to one of the tree stumps, dropping onto it with a thud. Unable to resist the urge, he continued to glance back at the fortress every few seconds. Was it just him, or was there something up there? Beauden leaned forward, arms resting on his knees, his gaze remaining at the window. The eerie lyrics of the song swirled in his mind. Into twilight, into gloom, sing the sound of dawdling doom, follow us...
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