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Chapter 17.

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Lance's Pov.

A couple of days have passed by now and tomorrow will be our last day here at Hogwarts before our winter break starts. Because of some changes in the schedule and with the Yule ball going on they had to change some things. For example, we don't have any class for these last two days because we have to come back slightly earlier concerning the Yule ball.

We had become pretty good friends with Lotor and Allura after the Quidditch practice match. Everyone had explained what was going on and what they did to solve the problem at the time. Just thinking of it still makes me laugh.

Once Lotor and Allura heard of our get together before Christmas break to play games and such, they had asked if they could join us. Of course I had to reply with:
'the more the merrier!'.

Both Pidge and Allura recommended to go to the girls bathroom on the second floor. They say the bathroom was shut down and that no one dares to come there even to this day because a student called Myrtle Warren was killed there. She apparently haunts the place, but both Allura and Pidge have confirmed that she isn't that bad.

So that is how I ended up sneaking out of the Ravenclaw dormitories and was now making my way to said bathroom.

"Hogwarts is fucking scary at night." I mumbled out to Sage. My wand in hand, a light shining from it.

"Oh come on. No it's not, you're just a wimp." She snickered making me shake my head.

I huffed out with a smile as I continued making my way down the hall. It's so dark I can barely see anything. I squinted my eyes to try and get a better look at my surroundings, but sadly that didn't seem to help at all.

A sigh escaped my lips as I pushed my free hand inside my hoodie pocket. The longer I walked the more at ease I felt, maybe Sage is right. These are just a bunch of long dark empty hallways. No one is here so no need to get spooke-

"Ah!-" A yelp escaped my lips as I felt a large piece of cloth being pushed over my head. I quickly threw my hands up against the cloth to try and push it back up. While I turned around a loud chuckle filled my ears, my eyes connecting to the person who was previously standing behind me.

"Very funny, Keith. I don't think this cloak is in the right hands with you." I deadpanned while crossing my arms over one another, now just letting the cloak lay flat on my head after knowing it wasn't something to be scared of. It pushed my hair down flat down, some pieces of my hair were long enough to brush against my lashes whenever I blinked.

Keith held up the cloak with his left arm as he continued chuckling.

"The cloak couldn't be in better hands." He said after his laughter subsided.

"Must say, it wasn't my idea." He said with a smile before pointing at the little devil on his shoulder.

"Of course you would!" I said before letting myself chuckle out too, knowing I'd do the same if I got the chance.

"You're getting it now you salamander." Sage grumbled out sarcastically before she jumped over into Keith's arms.

"Safe me! She'll kill me for sure for this one." Blythe said as he started to move back and forth from shoulder to shoulder, Keith just smiled with a light shake of his head at his familiar as he continued his jumping.

He held onto Sage firmly as she tried to escape his gloved hands to take ahold of Blythe.

"Okay, okay enough." He chuckled before moving his head slightly back so Blythe didn't get the chance to continue his jumping.