You have no idea where the tiny creature could have gone, but you wander down to the edge of the lake.
Water laps gently on the pebble-strewn beach. Reeds rustle in the breeze to either side. The glassy surface of the lake stretches out before you—gray and cold. You begin busily turning over rocks and looking under nearby logs, but you feel that this is a hopeless search.
You have just decided to give up turn back towards the other first-years when you feel a shadow darken the setting sun behind you.
You turn around just in time to see an enormous tentacle careening towards you!
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