Chapter 3
Sunday morning. Lucas had slept well, after all- they had snuck back in past dark. Lucas felt fond, he imagined this was how people felt doing charity. He had blessed those two dim nobodies with his quality time. He suspected that would be far more interesting than anything they would have to do for years to come.
for whatever reason Theodore Finch persisted in Lucas’s brain. His dark blonde curls. His face, that now that he looked- was less round, still objectivity endearing, but less round. The thoughts of Theo grew more and more scandalous as the hours passed. Theo in the snow. Theo bleeding. Lucas tasting that blood.
disgusted, he rushed for a distraction and found himself in the trophy room. Wondering where they would put his accomplishments. He imagined they would rid of all the chess and gardening trophies, useless subjects. He ran a hand along the marble potioneer trophies absently.
“Lucas! Hey!”
dear Merlin that is the last person he wanted to see. He wore a a school shirt, no tie- sleeves rolled up to his forearms and slacks. Theodore Finch bubbled uo beside Lucas.
eyes just grazing that face of his, lip gently swollen and scabbed. It made him aggressive. Delicious anger that sent a pulse of magic through his body. “Hello.” He flared his nostrils. Displeased. Once more fighting the urge to blast Theo with a wave of magic. The high…even thinking about it made him thirsty for a fight.
“glad you made it back to the dorms safe. I was worried Mr Moon was up by your common room.” He said, stretching casually at he spoke.
he was so nonchalant about speaking to Lucas. The god. His silent savior. He couldn’t wait for the days of groveling to come once he finished Ranrok off, And his ability was realized by scholars and ministry alike.
Groveling…he balled his hands into fists and bit his tongue. He needed to choose his fantasies more carefully around Theo.
“Garlick sent me up here to tend to Lucy!” He smiled, his eyes squinting. Fat face. He gestured to a large plant that Lucas assumed was prize-winning and carnivorous.
“…she’s Lovely.” He humored the conversation. Thinking of charming escape routes. His nerves were still sharp from the wash of frustration early. Alive more than ever in the castle and emotional.
“Finch, follow me.” He directed and walked bristly out of the room, he heard footsteps echoing behind him. Theo obeyed. Of course he did. He rounded the corner and waited for the door to the room of requirement to appear.
“The hell is this place?” Awe in his voice, curiosity, as they entered. The room looked to be out of a manor- marble floors and stone columns, black and white, statues and suits of armor. He rushed to the center of the room, his footsteps echoing throughout the dimly lit, tall chamber where a unicorn statue sat, rearing its head in a look of fury or agony.
“it’s the room of requirement, somewhere I go to find some peace and study.” Lucas smirked, leaning against his desk.
Theo walked around in awe, running up and down the staircases and peeked at the statues, like a little kid. “This wasn’t here before.” He said certainly. “I’ve been down this corridor- could’ve sworn I hid an old broomstick in a storage room right here.”
“That’s the magic of it.” He said, amused by the childish display.
“The room changes due to the users needs.” And Lucas needed room to be great, to spread his great, white wings.
“Remarkable.” He muttered, bounding down the stone staircase to keep standing beside Lucas