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This is actually more flash fiction than doodle, because it's complete and stands on its own, but anyway, the prompt was the first sentence, and maybe it was the prompter and the mood I've been in lately but I read it in Christopher's voice.

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“I thought you said no one knew where they were!” Christopher stares at the creatures crawling through the Place Between in the scrying glass. They remind him of the sea serpents in Series Five, if sea serpents were possessed of many sinuous legs and other appendages that made it hard to look directly at them.

Flavian clutches his hair as he paces around the study with harried footsteps. “No one did! The location of R’lyeh isn’t in any books in the castle library, not in any literature on this world as far as I know.” He spins around on one heel, hands dropping to his sides. Christopher struggles to contain the unpleasant giggle which threatens to escape at the way his hair remains standing up in owl-like tufts as he gazes imploringly at Tacroy.

“Nothing in Eleven, either,” says Tacroy. “I think the Dright was planning to send me to them if he’d known where they were.”

Christopher glances at the scrying glass. The creatures flick their not-quite-tentacles at each other, long jaws snapping, and he fancies he can hear them screaming through the glass. He tries to picture Tacroy amg them, dodging their waving lower limbs, and shivers. Over by the desk, the same thought seems to have occurred to Flavian, because his face goes very pale, and he stares at Tacroy with a peculiar expression.

“I’m pleased he didn’t,” says Flavian in a strangled voice.

Tacroy grimaces. “So am I.”

Christopher feels a bit queasy, looking at the creatures as they haul their bodies over the rocks and mists, and the fact that they can make him feel like that without even doing anything fills him with an overpowering urge to take action. He drags himself away from the scrying glass and plants himself in the middle of the room, hands on his hips. “What do you know about these Old Ones, then?” he demands. “And will they get here before G – Chrestomanci gets back from Series Three?”