Harry isn't expecting anybody to be in the ship - nobody really has been since Uma left, except occasionally Gil (Harry usually avoids him, this is not the kind of information he can really be trusted with) - so he probably isn't as cautious as he should be when he hauls himself up through one of the portholes and into the hold beneath the cabins. Even if somebody was on the ship it's unlikely they'd be down here, so he doesn't think anything of it. He's still not mastered the art of doing this with any kind of grace and today is worse than usual, he lands heavily on the floor of the hold with a pained exhale, having to lie there for a moment to catch his breath.
A moment that is long enough to hear the creak of wood above him and realise somebody is here after all. Well fuck. Whoever it was they probably heard the thump of him hitting the deck, so he scrambles to get himself into a sitting position, pulling some grubby sailcloth over himself to hide his tail. It sends some boards clattering onto the floor but it's not like he hasn't already announced his position. If he's lucky it's just Gil, but his luck hasn't exactly been holding lately. At least he has his hook, and the spellbook tucked safe down here in the hold with him.
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Harry isn't expecting anybody to be in the ship - nobody really has been since Uma left, except occasionally Gil (Harry usually avoids him, this is not the kind of information he can really be trusted with) - so he probably isn't as cautious as he should be when he hauls himself up through one of the portholes and into the hold beneath the cabins. Even if somebody was on the ship it's unlikely they'd be down here, so he doesn't think anything of it. He's still not mastered the art of doing this with any kind of grace and today is worse than usual, he lands heavily on the floor of the hold with a pained exhale, having to lie there for a moment to catch his breath.
A moment that is long enough to hear the creak of wood above him and realise somebody is here after all. Well fuck. Whoever it was they probably heard the thump of him hitting the deck, so he scrambles to get himself into a sitting position, pulling some grubby sailcloth over himself to hide his tail. It sends some boards clattering onto the floor but it's not like he hasn't already announced his position. If he's lucky it's just Gil, but his luck hasn't exactly been holding lately. At least he has his hook, and the spellbook tucked safe down here in the hold with him.