In response to hh_sugarquill's March Ficlet Challenge #27

Word Length: Up to 500 Words
Prompt: Giant Squid | Change of Season; please incorporate both

He knew things

The Giant Squid knew things. He knew a lot of things. Stuff.

It was a little-known fact that his particular breed of Giant Squid – half magic, half Muggle – actually had superb hearing. Little known, it may have been, but it didn't make it any less true.

Hermione Granger might have known. The Squid heard students talking about her frequently – in summer, usually. Near the start of exam revision. Apparently she was a know-it-all and extremely intelligent, while also being the stupidest girl in the entire school, with dirty blood to boot.

But what Hermione Granger couldn't know – none could know, unless the 'they' in question had long white hair and a curious obsession with Sherbet Lemons – was the level of intelligence the Squid housed in it's overlarge brain. Which was quite a lot, it thought defiantly.

Harry Potter was talked about constantly. There was no set time when the level of rumors spiked, like the others. He was, according to some, the ugliest handsome boy that had ever had the simultaneous misfortune and luck to arrive at Hogwarts. And he smelt.

There was another, too, that frequented the gossip circles. This boy was talked about at the beginning of the school years, in autumn. When the students first returned to Hogwarts. It seemed he had horribly wonderful hair, was muscled yet weak, and was the most wonderful blood-traitor to ever walk the earth. A Mr. Ronald Weasley.

It was all very confusing.

But, even if the Giant Squid couldn't quite make sense of his information, at least it was there! Unlike Nessie, that overgrown fish sharing his lake. All she did was swim and eat. Utterly unrefined.

Yes, the Giant Squid knew things. He knew a lot of things. Stuff.

Squiddy!! You like?