Comin’ Outta My Cage 🐢 || Simber [BHP]
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Berlioz had lost his turtle.
How did one lose a turtle, you might wonder, yeah? Toads, sure, made sense. Owls and cats, well those were quick and cunning. But turtle? Why had Berlioz even brought his turtle out in the bloody first place?
The answer was that Berlioz hadn’t let Turtle outta his cage, Turtle had let Turtle outta his cage. Magic turtles, especially of the Eastern Box variety, were actually really tricky little creatures. They had this hinge on their shell that they used to close themselves up, sort of like doors. And a creature with a built-in door on their bodies meant they knew a thing or two about doors-- opening doors, closing doors, picking locks. Masters of escape, a turtle, with a built-in GPA too, which meant a wizard could never got lost. Turtles were excellent pets for an “adventurer” “Thunderbird” like Berlioz.
In other words, Turtle was homesick.
And Turtle was trying to make this way back to the U.S.A. God, he’d never get through customs.
Berlioz was frantic.
It was his own damn fault, not paying attention! So he scurried floor by floor. Up from the dungeons into the kitchen-- up from the kitchens and onto the first floor-- up from the first floor to the second floor, down the hallway and into every open room.
“Turtle! Turtle, aw c’mon! Accio Turtle--” he started to say as he turned down a hallway, flourishing his wand--
And instantly smacked into another person comin’ the other way.
