Three times in a single day, I came face to face with my mortality.
First on the rugby pitch. Then, when one of these nasty creatures fell from the rafters in the dining hall and barely missed me before it smashed into the table. And then, lastly when seemingly dozens of them chased me (and Mr Spigglesworth) through the school grounds.
By a strange irony, nothing will upset a gargoyle more than the light emitting from a stained-glass window. My Spigglesworth knew this and took it to heart, fitting out his Matchless motorcycle with two stained-glass panels and powerful headlights behind. Without them, we’d have never gotten out of his office alive. I’m sure of that.
Escape we did, but unfortunately, this wasn’t the last time I ran into these wicked snapping monsters.