Alan Grant had been so caught up in Chance Silvey's nightmares that he'd left the door open to his own. Gasping for breath, he thrashed against an invisible monster before realizing that he was fighting against his own blankets. There was nothing else in the room with him
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He enjoyed coffee and conversation. Coffee was always to be had in the Great Hall. Conversation was not. Hook often didn't see many people about when he was awake and outside the Hospital Wing.
"Hej. Mind if I join you?"
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He walked up to the latter, Grant, and sniffed the air around him with his long anteater nose. "Dinosaurs, eh?" he muttered seemingly to himself, before actually addressing him directly. "You look like someone forgot to wish you sweet dreams before bed, Ringo."
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So maybe he might be excused for taking a few seconds longer than usual to come up with a reply. "Pretty much," he said. Snappy response to the anteater.
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"Hej, Antubis," said Hook to the anteater, grinning. "What, he gets called Ringo? Not Wesley? I'm jealous."
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He flashed Hook a smile that could only be described as menacing. "I know you're a Герой, Hook. I don't know about this one. His time smells seriously racked up."
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