Who: Lorcan Scamander & Terry Boot What: A run in Where: Cabin three When: Wednesday afternoon
Oddly enough, Lorcan didn’t mind being trapped in the house. Admittedly, it wasnt his ideal scenario, but it wasn’t the worst thing he could think of. It was difficult, of course, given the Otters were stuck with him, and the living quarters were too cramped to sufficiently provide for them, but he had to tell himself that like all things in the village, this was entirely temporary. It still didn’t mean he was thrilled about the situation, or that he liked being unable to see his friends or family (it also didn’t help that he was likely the least helpful person in the world as he was unable to do anything to ease the situation).
Lorcan had asked Rolf to bring the leashes for the Otters hoping it would keep them from getting under peoples feet too badly. It didn’t, however, extinguish their desire to explore every inch of their new surroundings while their leashed provided enough colored rope that they sufficiently tangled themselves in a manner to trip anyone who dared come into the livingroom. Which was precisely why Lorcan was sprawled out on the livingroom floor, slightly tangled while trying to coax the unlikely pair from the cool shadows under the couch.
Lorcan heard the steps coming from behind him, he sighed a little. “Sorry, just a few minutes and I’ll have this cleared up, I promise.”