B.U.M., Ban Unicorn Murder Options

[Sir Malcolm Belb...]

Santana

In the row ahead of him, two girls were sitting at their desks discussing unicorns. Class had just begun, and they should be listening to the teacher but instead they were whispering just loud enough for Malcolm to hear when one said she'd read unicorns were sometimes seen in the Forbidden Forest.

Malcolm liked unicorns. He wanted to see one, definitely. So he stood up at his desk, picked his bag up off the floor and walked out of class, deaf to the teacher's protests. It was time to see a unicorn.

The corridors were mostly empty. A few older students with a period were still wandering to wherever they wanted to be, but they paid him no attention, nor he them. He did spot one other person his own age, however, a girl in Slytherin green standing around and looking a little bit lost.

"Hello," he said, and grabbed her hand. "Are you coming, too? I'll show you the way." So he dragged her along at a slightly quicker pace than his usual walking speed, which meant they were going only slightly slower than a normal person would walk.

It wasn't until they were leaving the castle to step out into the morning sunshine that Malcolm bothered to clarify any details for the girl. "I heard there were unicorns in the forest. I think we'll see one. It seems like the sort of day a unicorn would like. By the way, I'm Malcolm."

He pointed across the grass to where the forest sat, dark and gloomy. "That's the Forbidden Forest. I bet lots of unicorns are in there. It looks nice."