In Which a Lark Becomes a Monster

I don’t recall the exact date the baby monster apparated into my living room, but it was a number of years ago.  He was a small fluffy thing with big brown eyes and steel-blue down, and he made soft, deep signs when I wrapped my palms around him.  Back then, he was just a short story, really, and I couldn’t imagine him getting much bigger.  I was wrong. 

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