𝓦𝓐𝓘𝓣 𝓕𝓞𝓡 𝓘𝓣--𝓟𝓙𝓞

Teacher go pop

Logan, Grover, and I were running through the halls of the school for about three minutes until Grover finally stopped us.

"Okay," he said between breaths. "I think we lost her."

"Why are we running again?" I asked.

"Yeah, aside from the fire hydrant going all Super Saiyan on Clara, which I don't even know how that happened-"

Grover stopped Logan from talking. He then started pacing.

"I thought I had three months," he muttered. "We were this close, this can't be happening right now."

I sighed. "Grover, if you're angry at us, we're sorry," I told him. "You wanted us and we didn't listen."

"Honestly, you have every right to be angry at us," Logan added. "Especially me."

Grover sighed. "It's not your fault," he reassured him. "And I'm not mad at you, I'm just-"

We all went silent as a scratching noise came from the end of the hall we came from. Grover looked behind Logan and I and noticed a storage closet and pushed us both inside before closing it.

We heard footsteps getting closer to us. Through the peek of the door, we could see a scaly, clawed foot passing us.

"What the hell is that?" Logan whispered. Grover and I shushed him.

The end of the foot stopped just halfway past the crack. My breath hitched as the person began to sniff the air.

"Oh dear," they, now I realized she was a woman, sighed. "Two half-bloods, eh? Dinner is gonna be tasty."

Logan and I looked at each other. What did she just call us?

"What are half-bloods?" Logan whispered. I shrugged before looking back at the crack.

She sniffed the air once again before moving away from the door. I instinctively grabbed the nearest stick, which I couldn't tell whether it was a broom or a mop, and just held it tightly.

Grover let out a quiet breath as the footsteps fade away. He then turned to us.

"Okay," he whispered to us. "I think she's gone, but we can't be so sure. So for now, let's just stay here and stay quiet."

"Then why are you whispering?" I asked him.

"I'm just warning you two," Grover responded.

"Grover," Logan joined in. "What are half-bloods? And why did she sniff the air like that?"

Grover said nothing and just continued to peek out of the closet. "Let's just stay here for now until she finds us."

"Until who finds us?" I asked.

Grover said nothing.

I rolled my eyes. "Not explaining anything," I muttered. "Perfect."

Grover ignored me and turned back to stare out of the crack. Logan bumped into me and when he turned to me he finally noticed the stick I was holding. He gave me a look.

"Why do you have that?" he asked. "Better question, what is that?"

I shrugged. "A mop," I answered. "Or a broom either one of those."

Logan groaned and just turned away from me and looked at Grover, who was still silent and peaking.

"This is going nowhere," Logan sighed. But no one replied to him.

We were silent for another moment until Grover finally opened the door a bit.

"We'll go out slowly, okay?" He looked at us and we both nodded. We all slowly got out of the closet and looked around for the lady, but saw her nowhere.