Chapter 14
After the night we spent encasing in Athena's warmth, it was more than disappointing to return to the fallen glory of Hogwart. If one listens, they do not even have to be near Hogwart's cords to know what was wrong with her. Years of malicious wayward magic in the hallways have imbue those intents of harm within her very foundation. With the broken tradition of cleansing the school being purposely forgotten by the current headmaster, it is quite a wonder as to how Hogwart is still functioning it was quite sad.
The news of our return spread like wild fire, apparently no one has forgotten what we done to the Britain's Golden Boy. The students and staffs of other school outside of Britain's attempted influences found the situation amusing as us if our other sister's in Athena correspondences to their home was to go by. Many were waiting to see what Dumbel would do next, as well as Britian magical ruling community. Many in other country were tire of their claim influences, and attempt to exert their allowed power base on the dictation of polite company on the various branches of magic. It was laughable.
When we seated in our usual seats for breakfast, the Daily Prophet have arrive. It appears that the news of golden boy's arrests and crime have finally slipped to the public through an anonymous source of course. It took some effort to undo Dumbel's handy work, but we weren't insane enough to not exert the effort in giving him more trouble to his ever growing list of things to do. After all, he been sitting comfortably in the throne he had created for himself for far too long.
"NOOOOOO."
"And let the games begin." Laine looks on with amusement at the reaction she had created for her intended target.
To me the best part was when Dumbel rush to leave the head table and conveniently forgotten the lower half of his eye burning robes.