Hugh was not sure about this, not in the sleightest. He felt his figure shrinking as he took step after step, closer to his destination. The tales of this man had swarmed the school in a multitude of rumours and gossip. Some said he had eaten a student alive, that he hated them to the bone. Others described him as a fierce yet gentle giant, a paragon in honor and duty. Whatever the truth eventually be, he was soon to find out. Professor Griffith had only been sighted by Hugh's eyes on one occasion. That being inside the Gryffindor common room during the sleepover party earlier this year. Even then, Hugh had found mixed stories of those that had interacted with him.
Yet a knight was meant to be brave, and he was Gryffindor at that. The lion would not flee today. Besides, the boy had questions in need of answers. Silly questions he silently admitted. Or at least silly in the eyes of the expert he assumed. yet he would not enter the next stage without his confirmation. His confidence breaking under every step towards the large door with the dark chord. And with every breath, he wholeheartedly built upon his determination. Aye. He was ready for this encounter. His left locked in position much like holding an invisible shield. As if drawing his sword in valor, he reached out with his right and tightened his grip around the chord. One final breath, his eyes cast to the floor and... With one strong pull he stretched the chord downwards to signal the master of beasts.
"So we shall, my friend. We have witnessed - and, in fact, on several occasions incited - many great and weighty events. After all that toil, I believe we deserve a bit of a rest." - STR: 8 AGL 5 CTL: 7 STA: 10