Sory about the spelling guys, please don't pick at it.
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Dumbledore looked over his half moon glasses at the twelve figures that hovered in front of him. He was in his office at his desk and his quill remained in his hand. The lighting was dimmed by the prescence of those I have told you of. Their ratling breath sent a shiver through him.
Dumbledore was in very large, heavy mint green robes (the particular pair in which he was very pleased with) and they swung around his feet as he stood.
"Expecto Patronum!" He bellered in the lathery way that only Dumbledore could. A bright silvery figure burst from his out pointed wand.
Professor McGonagall brought down that blue leather bound book with a very uncharacteristic force. The dark blue colored pixie let out a pained squeel as it was near flattened. Another of the small, but troublesome bothers whizzed acrose the room, in which she stood in the center. She whirled around to buffet the stupid little creature when another yanked quite defiantly on her right ear.
The professor swiftly opened the book and shut it over the pixie who was whizzing triumphantly over her head, or...had been. Professor McGonagall whas not a drastic woman, but she was quite out numbered and you will please forgive her when I inform you that she began swinging her text books around at the small pixies that darted here and there. Her wand had, very unfortunately, fallen into the hands of one of the pixies.
Professor Snape raised his lip under his long, crooked nose as he looked at the aproaching spider. It's fangs dripped with poison as its hairy legs carried it forward towards the desk where Snape sat.
"Foul, little beast." He snaped out his wand and aimed a jet of steely red fire at the uncoming menace. But his aim was knocked off coarse by the sticky jet of string that came bounding up from the depths of his potion chambers. The professor was jurked into the room.
"Stupify!"
"Impedimenta!"
"Avad--mmmmm!MMMMMMMMM!Hmmm Hmm Hmmmmmmm!!"
Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout were in the staffroom, and Professor Flitwick was attempting to levitate a Christmas bulb.
" Wingardium Leviosa!"
"But do you honestly think that Dumbledore will have it taken care of by the time classes are to start? It is June! Professor, June, and it is snowing on the grounds. It must be twelve degrees out there!" Professor Flitwick tried again to raise the ornament, but it wouldn't budge. "Besides, look at yourself, you are the charms professor and you can't perform a charm that a muggle could practicaly do!"
"Yes," Professor Flitwick squeeked. "but I have every faith in Professor Dumbledore."
"As do I, but not to a level where I become ignorant. How are we supposed to do anything when we don't even know whats going on?"
"That is why we are meating here in about twelve minutes, Pomona. We know the forest is involved, that is for sure, but we need to investigate and explore our options."
"Options, Professor, options. You are the only one who cannot use your wand, though you may find others missing theirs."
"Ahh!" Sighed an all to familier thick and misty voice. "The end is near! Pandora's box is open. I have been gazing in to the mists of the future on behalf of the entire school!" Professor Trelawney anounced. "And while I was gazing on behalf of us all..." she continued to drag it out, looking around even more, and finally very dramatic "I saw, THE GRIM!"
"Oh my, let us all renew our grim shilds!" Professor Flitwick remarked.
Stifling a laugh Professor Sprout said, "Sibyll...it's not that we think badly of you,"
Professor Trelawney smilled in her thick way. Clearly that was one of the nicest comments she had gotten in a long while.
"Well," Sprout continued. "I don't think the end is quite as close as you think." She finally said at a lose for anything else.
Trelawney looked aghast and her face drooped dramaticly, her eyes wide, "You would doubt the power of divination." It wasn't a question but an exclamation.
Suddenly Snape burst in the door, grim and stiff as usual, though something that was unusual about him was the very long trail of spider silk which trailed behind him. "The dungens are filled with this filth!" He hissed, in a snakish voice. His black cloacked arm shot back, pointing to the threads.
Once all the teachers had gathered Snape was the first to speak, acting very matter of factly, as though his news was new news. "Dumbledore, I don't see how any of this is going to be fixed," he drawled, glancing over at Hagrid who tiery eyed. "by the time term is to begin."
Dumbledore had been occupying himself with a purple bowl of lemon drops, though he was listening and thinking more than the best of them guesed, and his only reply was, "Lemon drop?"
"Realy Professor!"
Dumbledore gravened himself up, "Alright Menerva (spl?), yes, this is a very strang thing, a very strang thing indeed. One thing I have noticed, is that we are missing Peeves."
A very scratch, gruf voice (wich quite frankly made one think of the unshaven) complained, "Why the devil do you care if we're missing Peeves!" Filch demanded, and then he smiled, and ugly, twisted smile, "As a matter of fact I'm quite glad he's gone. Alote less trouble, and he was no fun because you can't punish 'im."
"That, Mr. Filch, is entirely not what I meant. I mean to point out the singularity of his absence." Just them Dumbledore became aware of something about Professor McGonagall. She was sitting at the right of Dumbledore who was at the head of the table, at his left was Professor Flitwick. "Minerva, are you aware, that you have something..." He gestured behind his head looking for the word."Bluish and flat, haning behind your head.
"Oh?" She felt back their perplexedly and carefully. She smiled one of those...well...acward smiles, and pulled a flatened pixie from the tight gey bun in her hair. She laughed one of those faky cover up laughs and tossed the pixie away.
Dumbledor began to speak again when he slowly turned his head toward McGonagall. "Ah..." she looked at him with one of those 'yes?' looks and while peering over her glasses. Dumbledore leaned forward, "Your bun,... is--er, drooping."
She pointed behind her head and the white bearded wizaerd noded. "Ah." she pattedher head, smiled and looked at all the eyes on her very self conciously.
"Realy Professor Dubledore, let us go on!" At his last words Snape turned and sneered at Professor McGonagall, bringing his hand up to rest his chin on. With it he carried a very long thread of spider silk at wich she snickered very thouroughly. Snape yanked away quickly, and turned back to Dumbledore with one last blast of ice at McGonagall.
Suddenly a profuse sneeze erupted from Professor Flitwick, or well...a very loud squeek that is. He suddenly began raising slowly into the air.
"QUITE ENOUGH!" Madam Pomfry roared from the far end of the table. She was obviously quite tired of everything and becoming very exasperated. "I am going to go quite off the deep end Professor," she looked at Dumbledore, standing there in her nurse outfit. "If we do not do something. I say we go out to the forest, and get to the bottem, top, or side, of wat ever it is we need to." She pursed her lips and waited for a reply, but before one came, "And get down Flitwick!" she pointed her wand (yes, Madame Pomfry has a wand) at the floating professor and shot a stream of light at him.
Sudenly a huge black, hairy spider jumped through the doors. Snape hanked out his wand and aimed, but a voice broke his action, "No!"
Hagrid stood, "Please don't 'arm 'im. 'Es only a liddle thing. And I'd hate tur see im killed."
"I won't, no matter what, let you influence the affairs wich must be dealt with and handled for the good of the castle." Snape's upper lip curled, showing his,...unatractive teeth.
"Everyone, that is quite enough!!! I prey you all be silent" His voice proved very effective, though there was not an overwelming amount of noise to be doused.
Without warning the double doors of the staffroom crashed open, giving view to a sight--a boy, lying there dying, who had jet black hair!
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