"Actually, it's Fridgar", Fridgar said. Filch looked at him and shook his head, "No, no, mate that was the blokie we saw wot was on that there thing, remember?"
However, there was no doubting it, this Lothar made two short planks want to sit an entrance exam for the genius club. Filch sighed. At least he'd be easy to control; they could put him in a round room and tell him to sit in the corner and he'd be stumped for the season. He gave Fridgar a grin because, in truth, as thick as the thick-headed Lothar was, Filch kind of liked him.
However, since he'd said his name, they had to hurry. As they walked, though, Fridgar talked and Filch raised an eyebrow. He got initiated into rupturing
in the last few trials? Filch looked at Fridgar and shook his head, "It's the inner universe inside yer mind, dude, I saw the same thing. You an' the universe 'ave become one an' what you saw there was an internal representation of the expansion of yer consciousness."
Filch delivered the line with an entirely straight face. "The thing you saw closing up an' explodin' was yer ignorance, an' the stars remainin is yer potential."
Where he was coming up with this stuff Filch had no idea. But he was loving it.
Were they doomed to burn? Filch looked at Fridgar and shook his head. "Nah, man. But you're doomed to 'ang if we don't get outta here, so shurrup a bit."
And they would have gotten away with it, if it wasn't for that pesky Narav.
He pushed the bookcase and it started to fall. Fridgar was about to step through the portal, him and Filch mostly together and then he heard Filch mutter something. It might have been nothing, of course, but just as he put one large foot through the portal, Fridgar noticed a book falling past him, into nothingness.
The book fell open and Fridgar had a moment of watching it tumble down, pages fluttering open and he could almost make out the words.
And then, a hundred other books joined it and dropped on Fridgar and Filch as they had begun to step through the portal. Filch, for whatever insane reason which he'd consider another time, shoved Fridgar as the books fell. The books, of course, came just a split trill before the book case landed on them. It, being bigger than the rip in reality which Filch had rendered meant a number of things. There was an almighty, ear splitting sound as though reality had folded back in on itself; to Narav and Edalene, it was very very painful, to Fridgar it made his ears bleed.
So, Fridgar found himself in the situation where he had bleeding ears and a sharp pain in his foot. When he looked down at that, he might be somewhat surprised to notice that it was literally just half a foot. Like it had been sheared off, a clean and diagonal cut.
Wiggling his toes was no longer an option.
But the wound wasn't bleeding, it was like it had been cauterized. Where Filch was, under that book case, and what sort of state he was in, Fridgar had no idea. But the room around him was chaos. People had run, were running out of there. Fridgar might hear, Narav and Edalene certainly did, the sounds of the guard outside. Narav had sent for them earlier and, although they took a few moments to get there, they were about to come in through the door when all of the people in
the library started running out.
So, amidst the screams of panic there were the shouts of "Halt! By order of the Iron Hand", and things like that. Filch was under the bookcase, whereabouts or state unknown. Fridgar had half a foot and bleeding ears.
And that's what Narav and Edalene saw, amidst the chaos, panic and ringing ears. Fridgar stood.
He saw them. They saw him.
Hey guys, I'm aware that this thread is one which is important to the storyline of at least one of you. I know you didn't sign up for a time sensitive thread, so I'm not putting time limits on it at all but, if we can prioritise it, that'd be great. I'll try to make sure I reply within a maximum of three days, so that we can hope to get this finished with plenty of Ashan remaining. But no stress, I'd rather we took longer and all involved enjoyed it! You all rock.