actually, i think you're my chaperone

Basilisk had spent a few weeks feeling like his stomach was going to cave in on itself, and wanted to do nothing but sleep and eat. Dragging him out of bed in the morning became a difficult affair. Sirius, in a fit of exasperation had told Grimshaw to take him hunting, and for them to not come back until they had caught enough for Basilisk to eat in a week. It didn’t sound like much, until you took into account the fact that he wanted to eat his body weight in a day. He didn’t know, but it was a growth spurt, and one of his last.

As his body went through a tremendous amount of energy, Basilisk suddenly found himself smacking his head everywhere he went. He followed after Grimshaw, staying mostly quiet as his stomach growled and his limbs hurt. It was weird, but he was sure Grim used to be taller. Had the man started to shrink?

Having tracked down their prey, the pair was now huddled behind a boulder, discussing the game plan. Poor Bas had to really bend in on himself to not leave any parts showing, but he managed. “I can do that. How many boars do you think we need to satisfy Grandpa?” he mused.

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