Who: Canon!Susan Lupin, Canon!Hermione Granger, Swap!Rowan Ravenclaw, Zombie!Stephen Croaker. What: Dissecting a dinosaur! Where: Kappa sector, unit 004. When: March 26th, late afternoon. Rating/Status: PG-13 (language, gore, completely irrelevant cut text)/Closed/Incomplete
The sheet had a few holes in it and a long, jagged rip which made it very hard to wear properly, but Stephen was glad to have it. He'd cleaned most of the blood off of it and himself so he didn't look like a serial killer. Despite this, he was still a man in a sheet toga in a room which looked as though it had recently hosted a massacre. Said massacre might have also contained a chainsaw or at least someone with a fondness for slicing hexes. Most of the furniture was shredded or flipped over, the contents of the fridge were strewn across the floor, the carpet of the common room had a number of large blood-stains. There was also a dinosaur head on the coffee table.
Thankfully, it was not Stephen's blood. Or maybe some of it was, but he couldn't tell. The little bastard had got him more than once before he'd stunned it, and its claws had gone deep. This wasn't the worst he'd ever been, that prize went to a certain night raid at two AM in a far-flung future, but it still stung. Once again, he had to thank the healers at St. Mungo's - if they didn't despise the Department of Mysteries for sending injured employees in with a set of directions and no explaination of how they'd gotten injured, he would not know any healing spells.
As he righted the room, his mind drifted back to what he'd left in the tub. He'd made very certain to cut the dinosaur just so that it barely marred the spine. Unless there was something very unique about the creature's fifth or sixth cervical vertebrae, it was good enough. And even if it wasn't, it was necessary. He didn't want to fight a dinosaur more than once.
He had killed a dinosaur. He was in the fucking Cretaceous Period (or something) and there was a dead dinosaur in his bathroom. Even if he knew that it probably wasn't a hallucination, he wished it was. All of it was like some horrible acid trip, or like a visual projection of a Brain Room experiment. Stephen shook his head, and went back into the lavatory to retrieve the rest of the dinosaur before his visitors arrived.