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Lorcan Newton Scamander

"All it takes is one bite to change your world"

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a character in “The Cursed Children”, as played by HalcyonCamp

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F U L L N A M EXXXXXxxXXXLorcan Newton Scamander
N I C K N A M E SXXXxXXXXLorcan is often referred to as Lor by people who don't want to use his full first name. He's fairly indifferent to it as he often has better things to worry about than what people call him. Like Nargles. Newtoo, a shortened form of Newt II, is used exclusively by his family. Despite not caring how people address him, he's rather proud of being named after his grandfather. He is regularly compared to his mother, and, when in full 'Luna-mode', is often called Loony Lovegood by his brother in a playful manner.
B I R T H D A T EXXXXXXXX On the Cusp of the Ides of March.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [10th of March. 2006]
A G EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxX Lysander+10 Minutes | 15
Z O D I A CXXXXXXXXXXxxXX Pisces
N A T I O N A L I T YXXXXX British
E T H N I C I T YXXXXXXXXX Hispanic | White
G E N D E RXXXXXXXXXXxXX Male
S E X U A L I T YXXXXXxxxX Heterosexual |Heteromantic
S P E C I E SXXXXXXXXXXXX Werewolf | Wizard
B L O O D - S T A T U SXX Half-Blood


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O C C U P A T I O NXXXxxX Fifth Year Student
H O U S EXXXXXXXXXxxXXXX Slytherin
W A N DXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Ash wood, unicorn tail hair, 10 1/2", unyielding.
E Q U I P M E N TXXXxXXXX Butterbeer Cork Necklace, Spectrespecs
Q U I D D I T C HXXXXxxXXX He'd love to play again, but alas is grounded. | used to be on the team as a beater
C L U B SXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Member of Magical Creatures, Herbology, and Potions Clubs.
P E T SXXXXXxXXXXXXXXXXX Three Toed Tree Toad named Lysander and a Purple Pygmy Puff named Puff.
P A T R O N U SXXXXXXxXX Caribou
B O G G A R TXXXXXXXxxxX Full Moon


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H E I G H TXXXX 5' 11 | 180 cm
W E I G H TXXxx 179 lbs | 81 kg
B U I L DXXXXXX He has broad, slumping shoulders that give the idea that he used to be a rather muscular guy, but has since lost mass.
S K I N T O N EXXXXXxxx His skin tone is a even tanned color, but he is slightly paler than his brother.
M A R K SXXXXXXXXXXXX He has a beauty mark on his chin and seemingly permanent bags under his eyes.
E Y EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxx Brown
H A I RXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Brown
A P P E A R A N C EXxX Lorcan distinctly looks like someone who has gotten sick recently. He still has hints of a toned, muscular body, but it seems faded as though he was in a coma for a while. The baggage under his eyes add that it seems as though he never sleeps, but that is far from the truth. He wears small earrings, but they seem to change everyday.


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L I K E SXXXXXXXXXXXX Collecting vintage Quibblers | Flying Saucers | Ancient Curses | 'Chick Flicks'
D I S L I K E SXXXXXXX Nargles | Wrackspurts | Lycanthropy | Feeling Stuck
F E A R SXXXXXXXXXXX Lorcan fears his Lycanthropy will be revealed and he'll be expelled.
S E C R E T SXXXXXXX His 'condition' is a secret from everyone but his immediate family and those McGonagall chose to tell of the staff.
Q U I R K SXXXXXXXxxx Believes everything his mother writes in the Quibbler | Prone to humming when bored | Mutters when nervous
S T R E N G T H SXXX Good COmmunicator | Imaginative | Enthusiastic
F L A W SXXXXXXXXxxX Talks too much | Comes on too strong | Dreamer; unrealistic


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P E R S O N A L I T YXXXXXX Lorcan has always been the more extroverted twin, his zest for life leading him on more than a few adventures that drove his twin to worry. Many others would describe him as his mother incarnate, and extremely quirky boy with many eccentric beliefs and qualities. He used to be a complete nonconformist, lacking self-consciousness; he was not afraid to show who he truly was. Many thought he would follow his mother's footsteps into Ravenclaw, but the Hat was swayed by his more Slytherin traits of cunning and adaptability.

Some thought him rude as he would often drift away from conversations he didn't find interesting in a dreamlike state. However, speaking ill of his family or their achievements [the Quibbler, the war, etc] would be a quick way for his simple, jovial manner to be replaced with one of steel as sharp as a double edged sword. He rarely seemed anxious and would often be found lazing around, not caring about much at all.

A recent incident has left him a changed man, as he is much more prone to anxiety and has shifted to become more secretive about his life with his friends.
F A M I L YXXXXXX Mother | Luna Lovegood | Father | Rolf Scamander | Twin | Lysander Scamander
H I S T O R YXXXXXX Lorcan Newton Scamander is the son of Rolf Scamander and Luna Scamander nΓ©e Lovegood, born on the 10th of March, 2006. He is the older twin brother of Lysander Noah Scamander. He is a half-blooded wizard who started his first year at Hogwarts on September 1st, 2017 and was sorted into Slytherin.

Lorcan's family has never been anything less than lovely. Many think them strange and eccentric, but truth be told they are just believers. They believe in Nargles and Wrackspurts and Moon Frogs. Not because they are gullible, they're far from it actually, but because their line of work in researching Fantastic Beasts shows them that Wizards don't know everything. If unicorns and dragons are real, why not Nargles? Lorcan grew up with utmost respect for magical creatures having grown up around wonderful tales of them. Perhaps this is why Care of Magical Creatures is his favorite class. Before Hogwarts, Lorcan came by friends easily with a relaxed, fun aura. Though Lysander will always be his best, best friend.

When he received his letter, Lorcan was excited to attend as his mother had said they were some of the best years of her life. That is, despite the overwhelming danger of Voldemort's return. The older of the twins wasn't sure which house he would be put in, as he wasn't very studious, but enjoyed the pursuit of knowledge. Overall, he was happy with his placement into Slytherin as he thought it a good opportunity to study the Giant Squid from the dungeons. That said, he was a little disappointed to be separated from his brother, but he quickly got over that when he saw how Lysander thrived in Hufflepuff.

While many with beliefs like his would be made fun of, he was able to stave off such treatment by being a very athletic boy with a great arm for Quidditch. It's probable that, in his first year, people did make fun of him, but he hardly cared enough about them to notice. Quidditch quickly became his life when he wasn't following his own educational pursuits, which left hardly any time for his homework. He quickly became known as an average student who was capable of so much more.

In the summer of his third year, Lorcan was changed forever both physically and mentally. In a routine [as routine as their mother could get, anyway] trip to the Americas, Lorcan and Lysander saw a great many new things. Unfortunately, one of those things was a werewolf on a full moon. The beast was no longer the man they had stopped to ask directions. As he lunged for Lysander, it was all Lorcan could do to push his brother out of the way. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough to avoid taking the bite himself. He spent nearly the rest of the break at St. Mungo.

After the events of the summer of his third year, Lorcan wasn't the same boy anymore. He tried to stay business as usual, but found himself to be overexerted after each Quidditch practice. His body was changing and became more sickly as the weeks went on until he had to quit the team during at the beginning of the season on Madam Pomfrey's orders. With little else to fill his time as his 'I'm a werewolf now' funk sucked the joy from everything, he turned to his school work. Lysander surely enjoyed not having to do his work for him anymore and his teachers were overjoyed at his marked improvement. Despite the fact that he misses a few days of class every month.

At the beginning of his fifth year, he's had time to work through how his life is irrevocably changed. Lorcan's turned back to his friends, no longer retreating into himself as much. He's gotten some of his old spark back, but doesn't think he can ever go back to how things were. In any case, he isn't so worried about being expelled over something little and can enjoy his time at Hogwarts again.

So begins...

Lorcan Newton Scamander's Story

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Frank woke up at the crack of dawn, sponged in between his two sisters. The bright sun peaking in between the blind's in his sister's bedroom window. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up in the bed, trying to not wake up the either of them. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen, the time read: 5:18am. He groaned and maneuvered himself between Alice and Grace to leave the bedroom. First mission: Get yourself a coffee, Frank. He managed to make his way to the kitchen, without toppling over. He searched for the coffee, "I knew it." Nothing. He knew his mother had forgotten something. Great. Now he needed to find something to entertain him. Annoying his sisters could work. He stumbled back to the bedroom, plomping himself back in the bed, all so subtly. Sprawling his arms over the two of them and yawning loudly. "Wake uppppp~" He complained in a groan. They would probably need to wake up anyway, because knowing Alice she probably spent the night before, which was dedicated to packing bags and sending off their parents, patting Puck and watching the Quidditch game on the TV.

Grace could hear her brother Frank trying to wake up the two remaining sleeping girls, but decided to thoroughly ignore him. The night before she had been kept up by both of her siblings because, once again, they made Grace sleep in between them - and she could swear that at one point in the night they were going to swallow her up between both of their bodies. Yes, compared to her siblings Grace was what some would call tiny, but not tiny enough to sleep comfortably cocooned between Frank and Alice like a cat. She took a peak at Alice's sleeping frame and Frank's sprawled out body through half-open eyelids, but turned away from the boy and decided to give herself five more minutes of rest. She fucking deserved them.

Alice's least favorite part of any given day was waking up. If there wasn't Quidditch practice, it wasn't worth it, and she wished the rest of the world would just leave her alone. She also had a tendency to sleep like the dead when she wasn't sleeping alone, so she didn't notice Frank leaving the bed at all. At least, not with Grace's presence still there. Plus, she was having a really spectacular dream, in which there was a Dragon she was working with and quite possibly taming. It wasn't a career path she'd really considered before, but she made a subconscious note to call up Charlie Weasley later. Frank was back. Alice cracked an eye open. "No," she mumbled.

Hearing Alice's voice made Grace snap out of the lazy trance she was in, and realize they both really needed to get up. It was, after all, very important to get to King's Cross on time. If they were late (again) their parents would surely have a breakdown. And so she slowly sat down on the bed, rubbing her eyes with her right hand and shaking Alice with her left. "Hey lazy bum, get up."

Frank was just getting comfortable when Grace decided that getting up was actually a decent idea. He groaned, pulling himself out of bed. Again. He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes and he got up to his feet, looking to Grace and Alice. "So, what about breakfast?"

"No," Alice said again, stronger this time, as she turned her back on her siblings and pulled the blankets up over her head. Honestly though, as much as she wanted to stay in bed, they both knew she'd get up the second they actually moved to leave. She hated sleeping alone, even for short periods of time.

"I can make us some bacon and eggs," Grace offered, ignoring Alice's grunts and talking to Frank instead. She dragged herself off the bed, stretched her arms over her head and made her way to the kitchen. Once there, she got everything out to start cooking.

Frank stretched his long arms out in front of him, and turned his neck quickly to the door, with a crack. "Fine, as long as Alice doesn't cook again." He remembered what happened last time. She was lucky she didn't set the whole kitchen on fire. He followed Grace out in to the kitchen. Frank took it upon himself to be the certified taste tester, taking a piece of bacon for, what seemed like, every two minutes.

"My cooking is not that bad," Alice grumbled, a good ten minutes later when she finally managed to maker her way into the kitchen. Her eyes were barely open, long hair a tangled mess falling around her shoulders, and she only made it far enough to collapse against Frank's back. "Do we have to go to school?" she muttered sleepily. "Lets just skip it."

"Alice we've talked about this before - you want to be a professional Quidditch player? You need to graduate from Hogwarts." Grace said, rolling her eyes but not being able to hold back a smile at her sister's reluctance to go to school. She quickly placed two sunny side up eggs and three pieces of bacon on each plate and took hers to the table to eat.

Frank took one more piece of bacon that sizzled on the pan, as Alice fell straight on to his backside. "Hogwarts isn't that bad. Classes aren't that bad and I mean, you have friends. And Quidditch." Personally, Frank was missing the company of Lucy and Lorcan at his side 24/7. And seeing Dominique wasn't a con either. And he was in anticipation of actually getting a spot in the Quidditch team this year. He took a plate of breakfast, and may or may not have stolen a piece of bacon from each of his sister's plates.

"Mm," Alice hummed, noncommittally. This was fairly normal, she was never happy to leave, though she was generally fine once they got back in the swing of things. "Why can't Quidditch season last all year?" She finally separated herself from her brother and grabbed her own plate, going to her usual spot at the breakfast table. She sat on top of it instead of in a chair though, balancing her food in her lap with a surly expression.

Grace ignored her siblings' carelessness and ate her plate in silence. After she was done with the breakfast, and could see that Frank and Alice were too, she took all the plates from their hands and shooed them off the table. "All right, now go finish packing up, we've got a long morning ahead of us."

Frank sat down at the table, and ate his serving of food rather quickly. He got up from his chair, "Alright, mom." He chuckled, dropping his empty plate in to her hands and walking to his bedroom, to get dressed and pack the few things he had leftover. His time turner, his wand, his laptop and his Rubik's Cube. Oh, and Artie, but, he was just gonna take him in his home. He walked wheeled his things over to Alice's bedroom, "Well, I'm done. What about you?"

Alice always had a hard time leaving, was the thing. It wasn't that she hated school... she actually really liked it. She was talkative, and playful, and the Hogwarts grounds let her get all of that out. She liked learning, she liked her clubs, she liked Quidditch. She just... liked being home too. She'd figured she would have grown out of it by now, but she hadn't. She'd never quite managed to be as good at being pulled apart from her siblings as they were. So she wasn't packed. Her Quidditch stuff was ready to go, even Puck was in his crate, but Alice was still sitting on her bed, wand tucked in her hair, trunk open and things haphazardly shoved in, but not ready by any means. She looked up, startled, when Frank appeared at her door. "Uh...yeah," she answered, slamming the trunk lid down and trying to get it closed good enough that the locks would meet. It was full, but she knew not everything was in there. "Just... gimme a sec."

Frank watched his sister shove things into her trunk and slam the lid down on to it. "Are you sure you just need a second?" He sighed and picked up a copy of "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" from the floor and handed it to her, sitting next to her. "Dad would kill you if you forgot your Herbology books." He smiled, looking towards Puck in his crate.

"Like we don't have them memorized by this point," Alice muttered, but she took the book from him anyway and tried to add it to the mess that was currently her trunk. Puck was glaring out of the crate angrily, but when he saw Frank he perked up a little, like maybe the wizard would take pity on him and release him. Alice only fought with her trunk for a few more minutes before letting out an actual grown and collapsing on top of it. "I need more than just a second."

Gracie was basically the mother out of her two siblings - and she took that role quite proudly. She liked to think of herself as the cool version of her mum, since she rarely scolded Frank and Alice but usually spoiled them by giving them food and such. Today wasn't that day, because she was actually quite worried about getting late to the train station. The first and only time they did it scarred her for life. And so after casting a simple dish-washing spell on the dirty dishes, she quickly made her way to the room her and Alice shared. Unsurprisingly, Alice hadn't finished packing. "Alice I told you to finish packing last night, hurry up you doofus."

Frank smiled as Gracie walked into the room. "We won't be long, trust me." He turned his glance from her to the slightly messy floor. It didn't seem like there were any other stranded books, or pieces of equipment she forgot. He dragged her trunk to him and searched through it. "This isn't so bad. Just need swap around a few things." He moved positions of certain large objects, so everything didn't take up so much space. "Look, it's all good. Ready to go. ---Probably."

Gracie wasn't helping matters, even though Alice knew her sister didn't really mean anything by it. It just settled in as a reminder that Alice was always the last one ready, and probably going to get them in trouble, and she didn't even want to go anyway. She sighed sadly as Frank took her trunk from her, but let it go, and watched with only a slight pout while her brother managed to pack things up better than she ever could. "Okay," she muttered, trying to do one more glance around her room to make sure she had everything. "We can go then. Sorry for the hold up, Gracie."

Grace took her trunk from under her bed and pushed it out, putting her owl Orion's cage on top of it. Then she turned around and walked over to Alice, grabbing her by the shoulders and smiling down at her sister. "It's nothing personal love. I'm just not in the mood for our parents getting mad at us - you know how much I hate confrontation."

Frank got up from the bed, not saying anything, he didn't want to ruin the "sentimental value" of the sister's interaction. He grabbed his trunk, with the toad home on top of it and wheeled it to the front door. "Come on, we might be early this year."

After giving her sister one last squeeze on the shoulders to show her support, Gracie turned around and grabbed her own trunk to follow Frankie out the front door. "Here goes nothin'," she muttered.

Alice took a deep breath and looked around her room one more time. Her eyes caught the corner of a Quidditch poster, one she'd had signed by her favorite Beater. Dad wouldn't let her take it to school, and she was a little thankful now. Gracie was right, she had to graduate. She could do this. She was a big girl. "Okay," she said, grabbed her trunk, and followed her siblings out.

It didn't take long for the siblings to walk their way to King's Cross, it wasn't too far away. He rolled his luggage through the station, and ran between platforms nine and ten, business as usual. As he ran through, he looked upon the Hogwarts Express with a smile. He looked through the crowds, new nervous and wonder-filled first years, but, he was really looking for the familiars. He pulled out his phone and typed out a text.

[ TO Lucy & Lorcan: Where are you? ]

Gracie glanced over her shoulder at Frank and Alice, and found her brother too busy texting his friends. Smiling excitedly she rushed around the station trying to find Nova in the crowd of Hogwarts students. Yes, she could text her, but she wasn't a big fan of technology and stubbornly decided to look for her instead. Too bad she was too short, but Frank wasn't. "Oi Frank, be a good brother and tell me if you see November near us."

Alice snorted a little at Grace's request to borrow their brother's height and glanced around the crowded platform herself. She wasn't sure who she was looking for though, it wasn't like there was anyone she was waiting for. Finally, she started backtracking towards the train. "I'm gonna go ahead and go find a compartment guys. Good luck finding your peeps!"

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There was darkness and then burning light upon his eyes. Lysander woke up light seeping in from the window right by his bed, straight into his face, Next to him there sat a small muggle alarm clock beeping incessantly. Lysander gave a chuckle and a smile as he sat up still groggy from sleep. Apparently the sun was more effective than muggle technology, when it came to waking up in the morning. Lysander quickly went about getting dressed giving his owl Zeus who sat beside his bed a loving chin scratch. When he was done He looked over at the other side of the room and shook his head when he saw his doppleganger still sleeping comfortably. He walked over to him and looked at him for a minute. β€œLorcan. Lorcan. Get up.” Lysander let out a sigh as the predictable happened and his brother remained in his bed.

Lysander gave out a grin as he put his hand on his brother and went about shaking him like he was desperate to wrench his brother from the sandman’s sinister claws. β€œLoony Lovegood wake up! It’s time to wake up and get ready for school! Aren’t you excited to go back to Hogwarts!”

Only Lorcan’s eyes peeked out of his blanket cocoon. The older twin levelled a blood-curdling glare at his brother, but it lasted only a minute before he broke into a grin. Sandy was always the best part of the morning time. In fact, he was the only part that made it worth waking up. Licking his cracked, dry lips he covered his face again and grumbled, ”No.” Unfortunately, Sandy is responsible and always does the right thing, so of course he wouldn’t let up until Lorcan slumped out of bed. That jerk.

Lorcan generally stumbles through his morning routine. It’s not uncommon for him to brush his hair and comb his teeth, which is not nearly as effective as it sounds. He rubbed his chin, feeling the peach fuzz that started coming in. At first, he’d thought it was a werewolf thing, but then he noticed Ly had it too. Either way, he said it made him look cool, rugged and all the other adjectives girls would use to describe a manly man. It didn’t, but he sure thought it did.

Glancing around his [incredibly messy] half of the room, he huffed a little as he said”Man, why didn’t you wake me up earlier? I forgot so much stuff!” Lorcan didn’t so much forget to make as he just didn’t want to do it. Despite all the fun and friends he has at Hogwarts, it’s not something he looks forward to.

”Well you just looked so comfy I didn’t want to wake you. Also I just woke up like fifteen minutes ago. Also I told you to make sure you were finished packing what was it now twenty times? You should listen to me more often Newtoo” Ly chuckled slightly as he went about finishing his morning routine. Fifteen minutes later and his teeth were sparkling, and his hair was combed to be neat and orderly just the way he liked it. He cast a quick admiring glance at his shelf of prized muggle contraptions. A toaster, a blender, a walkie talkie, all of them completely random, but all too interesting to the young boy. Much more interesting than the beasts the rest of his family obsessed over. Not nearly as cute though. Lysander walked over to his brother all too confidant in his twin’s abilities to wait till the very last minute. ”So how much have you packed so far? You need help?

”No!” Lorcan declared. After a short pause, he added a sheepish, β€œYes… Mostly, I need help finding my books. They are somewhere around here.” Lorcan picked up clothing one piece at a time to search underneath it. Eventually, he dropped on all fours to search under his bed. ”Oh, wait. I found them.”


An hour later while at the train station, Lorcan felt a familiar buzz in his pocket, a smile lit up his face as he saw the group message with his two favorite non-siblings. Though, they annoyed each other enough to be blood.

Lysander looks over his brothers shoulder for just a minute. Noticing he's texting Frank and Lucy he immediately suspects that he'd be sitting without his look alike on the train. Frank and Lucy were nice people but they were more Lors friends than his. He let out an internal sigh at the prospect of not riding with Lorcan before resolving to try and find James instead. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted James.You at the station yet? James though exasperating at times had certainly more than earned his place as Lysander best friend not related by blood. Though as far as Lysander was concerned James had practically become his other brother. And besides it would be a shame not to see him on his final train ride to Hogwarts.

Lorcan sent off a quick reply to Frank that he was just arriving. He looked up to his brother with a sheepish grin, but was pleased to see he was texting friends of his own. ”We should probably get on the train soon. I hope you won’t mind if I sit with My Losers?”

Without waiting for a reply, Lorcan gave his brother a tight hug and a wide smile. ”Thanks! See you on the other side!” The older twin jogged toward the train, keeping an eye out for either of the two faces he wanted to see.

Lysander shook his head playfully at his brother just before being pulled into a tight embrace. An embrace which he eagerly returned. As his brother jogged off he let out a wave. I’ll see you back at the castle! Enjoy the ride with your friends! With that Lysander went his own way. The hunt for James had begun as Lysander made his way to the train, glancing down at his phone every so often, and keeping his eyes peeled for his friend.

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( 10:49am, september 1st, 2022....king's cross station, london, england....#6996AD....outfit....excited. )



Frank pulled his head up from his phone as Lorcan sent him a message back. As he was looking around the crowded platform, the last thing he was expecting was for Lucy Mae Weasley to leap straight on to his back. He gasped as he nearly tripped over due to the sudden weight on his back. He steadied himself and moved his hands to Lucy's thighs, to support her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Clearly, I'm not the moron here." He chuckled, turning his head slightly so he could see the girl from his peripheral vision, "And yes, I may have missed you a little bit." He kept on looking for the other member of their trio as he carried her. He took the task upon himself to carry his friend towards the entrance of the Hogwarts Express.

He walked inside and looked for a compartment to put down the small girl and rest his legs. He walked into an empty compartment after looking for a solid few minutes. All of the others he stumbled upon was either accompanied by some asshole or someone he had never met before, or he was just generally uncomfortable being around. He wheeled both of their luggage into the compartment, and a hell of a job that was, and then placed the girl down on one of the seats. He might as had well been her slave at this point. He shoved his things onto the shelf above the seat and finally thumped down next to Lucy, right next to the window. "Jeez, that was alot more tiring that it should have been." He looked outside the window on to the busy platform, still looking out for Lorcan, or at least someone who would know where he was. His frog croaked, seemingly in impatience, "Yeah, Artie, I know. We'll be there soon, alright." He looked into the toad home, carried in his hands. ( He never trusted putting him in the shelf above. He managed to sneak out while looking for a bug in his first year and the home nearly fell off and broke when the train came to a sudden stop. But, it never really mattered because he usually let him out anyway. ) He rested the toad home beside him, against the wall and turned to Lucy, "So, have you seen him yet?"