You start sprinting desperately towards the back when the basilisk goes right for you. It's so hard not to look back, but you know their stare can kill people. This must be how the victims got petrified! None of them looked directly into the basilisk's eyes nut locked gaze some other way still!
Damn it brain, not the time!
You panic so much that you almost feel out of your body entirely. You must do something!
Then you remember the whole point of you carrying a rooster with you!
But it's night time and you need it to crow! How in the name of Merlin are you going to do that??
Your reading prompt!
Read a book that starts with an R (for rooster)