Silvanus was covering his mouth at the display in front of him. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.


It started off with a single transfiguration of the refreshment table for the group gathering; that much had been a success.

After all, they would need something to set their drinks down on while they vented about the day's ventures. No one was supposed to know about the P.B.T.S. (Professors Breaking Their Silence), so when Silvanus finally retrieved his 'invite' through the means of an owl after his last class, Silvanus was ecstatic. He had to make a good impression, and it started with that table.

It was being held in one of the secret rooms near the dungeons, and Silvanus happened to be the first to arrive. He paced and chewed at his nails as he waited, also brushing his hair behind his ears every other second.

Some of the professors had finally arrived, and he noticed the wary looks thrown his way. No one could deny the way their eyes shifted from him to the items in the room. Silvanus could see right through them all!

More professors came into the room, and it made Silvanus excited to be part of the group. Yes, he had many...incidents, but that was in the past. The past was meant to stay in the past.

At some point, the meeting had begun, and the professors were discussing the events in their classrooms freely. If it weren't for his drifting thoughts, he would have known that they were trying to alert him about something.

"Kettleburn…" came one of the professors in the room.

He didn't hear a thing and kept pacing and muttering under his breath. What if they didn't want him to stay? Would he be kicked out? He transfigured them a table for Merlin's sake!

"Kettleburn…"

Goodness, he should have tied up his hair. It always tangled at his shoulders, and he should have brushed it before arriving here; impressions were a must you know.

"Kettleburn!"

Silvanus turned his head in the direction of the others that were looking at him horrified. "What on Earth…"

In between Silvanus and the other professors was his transfigured table. Or rather, what used to be his transfigured table. Somehow, it shifted into its original form, which happened to be a bejeweled form of a fire crab. The rubies and sapphires were glowing on its shell as it slowly popped out of it and began blowing fire at the professors nearby.


Silvanus uncovered his mouth and cursed under his breath while the others ran out of the undisclosed room from fear. It was obvious that the P.B.T.S. meeting was over; they wouldn't invite him to anything else, no doubt. And he would get another probation; he was sure of it.

Damn it, foiled again.

With a sigh, Silvanus subdued the fire crab while thinking about the next project he'd set up. It would be right eventually, right?


A/N: Written for The Houses Competition and HSWW (Challenges and Assignments)

(THC) House: Hufflepuff; Position: HoH; Category: Drabble; Prompt: Professor Silvanus Kettleburn

(HSWW) Assignment #6 Media Studies Task 5: Fight Club - write about a secret club (restriction: not using any clubs during Umbridge's reign)

Small Island Holidays - Liverpool: (trait) eccentric

Restriction of the Month: (emotion) doubt

Insane House Challenge: Trait - eccentric

Word Count: 495