Hugo, PTS 101 - Not so LuckyHugo, PTS 101 - Not so Lucky by WhatIsInTheDark
God, what a stench… Hugo scrunched his nose in dismay. It smelled like a crematorium in here… Professor Helmy had warned them about the plant’s awful smell, but Hugo hadn’t thought that it would be this bad. He wondered if it had something to do with the fact that it was almost fully grown? He stared sceptically at the plant. All of the abnormal things that grew in here bewildered him…
The demon jotted down a few notes, including a very badly drawn sketch of the Oozeleaf before deciding that it would do. He’d spent a few hours in the Bad Greenhouse already, and was starting to feel rather tired. Hugo hummed happily as he skimmed through his notes one last time. The man was so preoccupied (not being able to do two things at once) that he didn’t notice the vines that began to slither in front of his feet, covering the narrow path on which he walked. Completely oblivious, the demon stepped right on them.
And then he fell.
The man let out
Hugo, LIN103Hugo, LIN103 by WhatIsInTheDark
Just who was this Sinclair? Hugo had never been very good at remembering names, or rather, he remembered them, but he just never seemed to be able to put faces to them... If he remembered correctly, Sinclair would be the sullen-looking guy with the amazingly red hair. He'd caught a few glimpses of the other during class, and had felt slightly intrigued by his cold exterior. But surely the boy couldn't be as unpleasant as he seemed to be? Hugo sighed wistfully. The demon guessed that Sinclair was one of those beautiful creatures that he was only allowed to look at (if even that) but not touch.
Hugo knocked three times softly on the door of his partner's room. He figured that he should probably be nervous, but he wasn't, quite the contrary actually. He wished to see those golden eyes again... The man hummed happily to himself, quietly thanking Professor Razik for pairing him up with this intriguing young boy.
Theon had left the room for the time being to go fuss over wh
The cave was extremely dark, and quite frankly, enormous. The only thing lightening up the place were the rows of rocks that zigzagged all the way from the cave’s opening and into the obscure depths of it. They kind of reminded Hugo of the Magical Linguistics professor and his diabolic smile… They gave off a white illuminated glow which the man felt grateful for, as the rocks allowed him to see the path ahead.
After he’d gotten more secure of where he’d better put his feet, the demon spent the next three hours running about in the cave, exploring every nick and cranny of it and pestering the creatures that occupied there to no end. A poke here and there, some material gathering for his research… just basic behaviour on Hugo’s part.
Obviously, the bats weren’t as pleased as he was about the whole thing. They did everything they could to stay out of the way, after they’d realised that their poison didn’t have any effect on him. Hugo guessed that the poison in his own body overcame theirs somehow.
However, there was one bat that dared to approach this annoying intruder. When Hugo was finishing up his notes, it flew over to the man and landed on a pointed rock in front of him.
“Watcha’ doing?” it asked.
Hugo was baffled for a second, but soon got hold of his tongue again. “It speaks,” he said in astonishment. He ought to be used to things like this now, he thought, though they never seemed to stop to amaze him.
The bat looked at him with a rather smug expression. “Of course I can speak, Dumbo.”
“Yeah, you’ve got some pretty big ears.”
“As does it.” Hugo poked one of the creature’s ears and reveled in how soft it was.
It bit after his hand, and Hugo retracted it just in time before the sharp fangs made contact with his skin. “Don’t touch me!” it snarled.
“Oh… forgive me,” said Hugo. “I won’t do it again.”
The bat growled quietly, its ears lay down on its head and Hugo couldn’t help but chuckle at how agitated it looked.
“What’s its name?” he asked out of curiosity.
“I don’t have one. I don’t need one.”
“Everyone should have a name,” the demon said. “I’m going to call it ‘Razik’, after my new professor!” He smiled brightly and felt proud over the idea. Razik was a very beautiful name, after all.
It scoffed at him. “You can’t name me after someone else! It’s their name, not mine.”
“I thought it would be a great name,” he said and pouted. “Very well. I’ll just call it ‘Grumpy’ then.”
“That’s an awful name.”
Hugo shrugged. “It does suit it, and I don’t know anyone else who goes by that name.”
The creature surely didn’t seem satisfied with his choice of name, as it squinted at him angrily. “And I don’t see why you should be here in the first place.” It bared its fangs at him. “I think it’s time for you to leave. You’ve overstayed your welcome…”
Multiple pair of eyes gleamed behind it, threatening him, should he choose to ignore the bat.
Hugo hopped up to his feet. He dusted dirt and some green slimy-looking substance off his cloak. “I would say it’s been nice meeting it… but it hasn’t,” he said. They’d tried to bite him at several occasions, after all. Though it hadn’t really been uncalled for... as he’d been quite intrusive.
“However, I’ve learned plenty today, and for that I thank them.” Hugo smiled and bowed slightly toward the bats.
He then strode out of the cave, but not before he’d turned around and called out to his new friend, “Farewell, Grumpy!”
“MY NAME IS NOT GRUMPY.”
The early morning air hit Hugo as soon as he made it outside. He shuffled through his notes. “I do hope Professor Razik will be pleased with this.” Everything seemed to be in order, he thought. Hugo began his long way back to the castle, glad to have finished the first part of the assignment.
“What creature is the professor most like?” Hugo thought about it, though he couldn’t come up with anything at the moment. He gnawed irritably at his bottom lip, and was quick to spit out the blood that came from doing so. The poison in it didn’t exactly give the blood the best taste… Hugo whined to himself.
When he came across some big rocks, just outside the academy’s grounds, the demon sat down to gather his thoughts.
There isn’t a lake nearby, which makes it even harder as I can’t study any water creatures in person, Hugo thought. He’d asked one of the professors about it, and had been very disappointed by the answer.
It had been rather kind of Razik to offer himself as Hugo’s partner. Only problem was that the kelpie was a hard individual to analyse… There seemed to be more to the professor than met the eye. Hugo lay down on the rock and gazed up at the stars above him, amazed by their bright light.
Suddenly, a memory itched its way into his mind.
He faintly remembered a story that Father Marcus had told him once, of how he at one time had come across a dolphin on his way down to a temple in the east. The priest had sat down to talk to it for a bit, and the minute he began to walk away it had splashed some water at him, laughing a pearly laughter as he turned around to glare at it. He’d told Hugo that there was this kind of amused gleam that never quite left its eyes.
A dolphin, huh? the demon thought and smiled slightly. Coming to think of it, there were some attributes that his beloved professor shared with the animal. That they both were water creatures was pretty obvious… Though they also shared the same playfulness and wisdom. Hugo didn’t actually know why dolphins were considered to be wise, but he didn’t complain as it gave him another similarity to write down in his notes. What else was there? Ah, yes… Dolphins loved to play around with humans, and in Razik’s case, that would be his students. Hugo guessed that both parties just enjoyed being around people in general.
But the animal wasn’t magical… Or was it? He’d heard of a dolphin-like creature before, which was said to be able to heal minor wounds and such things. So it fit the criteria, right?
The man scribbled it all down in his notes before he continued his way to the academy. Hugo yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes, picking up his speed somewhat. The sun would certainly go up soon, and there was nothing he wanted more than to lie in his warm, fluffy bed by then.
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