Caelyx and Calleach:
Chapter 3
Greg and Pansy made their way down the corridor toward Severus Snape's quarters. They moved swiftly enough to convey urgency, but they did not run. Even in these troubled circumstances, Greg and Pansy were Slytherins; and even in the wee hours of the morning, safe in the privacy of their own dungeons, Slytherins did now show panic, did not run frantic down the halls, and most certainly did not act with anything other than dignity within any area of the school outside their own Common Room.
They walked silently down the hall. Pansy, outwardly the picture of a calm and collected woman of Salazar's House, could not control the slight tremble of her body in response to the worry about her oldest friend. Greg reached out and grasped her hand, slowing his longer strides to hers. She squeezed his hand tightly; offering a small smile of thanks as he gently led her down to their Head of House's quarters. Pansy was anxious to find out what happened, but she knew that if Blaise had sent them then he had sent a message that explained the whole fiasco in a couple of simple sentences. She was proven right when a ruffled and rather irate Snape answered the door.
"Have you any idea what time it is? What could you two possibly want at this unholy hour of the morning?" Snape growled.
Greg looked directly at the scowling professor and spoke the words Blaise had told him. "I'm sorry Professor, but we have a problem in the House. The Caelyx is born in the Slytherin Fifth Year dorms."
Snape stared at them for a moment. "Bollox!" he exclaimed, "You know the protocol?"
"Yes, Professor," Greg said, "Blaise has given the order."
"Well, there is no question about who the Captain of Draco's Guard is." Snape muttered to himself and sighed. "Continue with your mission, I will be in the dormitory." His robes billowed around him as he turned back into his quarters to attire himself in something more appropriate to gallivanting the halls at ungodly hours.
The two Slytherins stared at the door as it slammed in their faces. Greg and Pansy blinked at the door for a moment, and then Greg shook his head.
"I really wish I knew how he does that." Greg said.
"You and me both, it's impressive every time." Pansy said.
"Come on, Pans, we have other stops to make." Greg said, taking Pansy's hand again and leading her toward the Gryffindor Tower.
