Dragon War [not finished]

History: Fred

FRED'S POV

I shift in my chair. We're all at Leo's house, sitting at a circular table. Evelyn called us here because she had something to say.
Evelyn clears her throat. "Well, the other day, when Ryia rescued that cat, it was really strange. She threw it down to someone watching-“
Margaret cuts her off. "That would be me."
“OK, I couldn’t see you. Anyways, you passed it off to someone else, and that person walked over to the creek and dumped the poor kitten in…” Evelyn is interrupted again, this time by an old man who barges in.
"Did you say that a man dumped a cat in the river?" exclaims the man, eyes wide. "By the waterfall, perhaps?"
Evelyn nods, curtly. "It was really cruel. The poor cat-"
"Leo, can I talk to you? Alone?" the man asks.
Leo stands up, confusedly. Does he know this man? The old man walks into the hallway with Leo and shuts the door. I can hear hushed whispers, but I can't make out the words.
"Who was that?" I ask, at the same time Evelyn asks "What was that all about?"
Peter shrugs. "That man was as much of a stranger to me as he was to you," he says. "We should probably leave him alone to talk with Leo. It looks like it might be important."
Margaret nods, leans back, and asks, "When are they going to finish talking?"
I shrug and inspect the table. I always think best when I'm looking for flaws in something. I notice a smudge on the table, and I furtively rub at it. Peter sighs and puts his hand to his forehead.
Evelyn seems to be thinking about something, hard. All of a sudden, she snaps her fingers. "I just remembered something! There's something else I needed to tell you! Before I saw the man put the cat into the river, I- I found something... It was a trap door, under the water. It- it was locked, and from the look of it, it hasn't been opened in quite a while..." she says.
Ryia opens her mouth and looks like she's going to reply when the the door opens and Leo strides in. His face is as white as flour. He fingers a small charm that is attached to a necklace. I never noticed that before. Did he just get it?
Margaret scoffs. "I like your necklace," she says, laughing. Leo blushes and puts it in his bag.
Peter stands up, brushing off his hands. “It’s getting late. We all need to get home. Especially me, I have strict curfew- I can’t wait until I’m not just a squire anymore.”
We all nod. I stand up and we all follow him out the door.