#34: Parseltongue
I daintily descended the stairs from my dormitory early one morning. When I heard hisses, I stopped at the stair I was at and squinted down at the figure on the sofa.
It was Lucius. In his hands was a snake coiling itself around his arms. I bit down a scream. Lucius was talking to it, or at least that’s how it looked like.
“You…you can speak parseltongue?” I asked, awed.
Lucius nodded, still hissing. “It’s perfectly harmless,” he informed me, holding the snake out.
I still recoiled. Lucius had aspects about him I didn’t know, but I liked it.
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