Claudia's eyes fluttered open quickly, and the first thing she realized was
that the common room was empty. She cursed under her breath, jumping up
and pulling on her robes before she noticed that it was not even seven
o'clock. Sighing, she sat down and slowed down. Breakfast could wait.
"-can you believe they cancelled classes today?" a voice said from the hall as the door opened, four seventh year girls walking in with a look of wonder on their faces. "I asked around, and no one knows why. Some people think that a professer went mad and blew up a shed by the greenhouses."
"Like that would really happen," a second one said, Liza Jacobsen, as she flopped down onto her bed beside Claudia's. "So, sleepy head. You finally decided to wake up." She giggled. Claudia always thought muggle borns seemed to giggle a lot. "Well, you might as well go back to bed. They've cancelled all activities for the day, and we are to stay in our houses."
"Which is good because I haven't finished my potions homework..." the first speaker, Kandi Leddersby, said loudly, pulling off her shoes and laying down on her bed. A cat hissed, scaring the girl until she realized she had laid down on Liza's cat Nipper. Kandi moaned, throwing the cat off the bed and watching it scamper out the door to the common room. "But I don't understand why. We were going to study see-dee players in muggle studies."
"CD Players," Liza corrected, shaking her head and rolling over. "I don't understand why you just don't go to London and try and see for yourself what everything is instead of forcing yourself to take a pointless class about it."
A third girl, Frieda Jasper, moaned. "Some of us are not muggle-born," she told Liza haughtily, shaking her head and sitting down on the end of Kandi's bed. "Some of us also like to learn. I might be all book-smarts but I know better than to hope they cancelled classes, Kandi."
"Do you want me to fail?" Kandi replied.
Claudia sighed, standing up. "All of you, just be quiet. A professer did not blow up a shed, but someone did. They were right to cancel classes, because someone needs to find out who did it. It was downright dangerous."
"Oh, be quiet, Claudia," the final girl, Irene Schaeffer, piped, her short, plump frame much unlike Claudia's. "You might be smart and athletic, but some of us need the time to catch up." Irene fell to her bed, pulling out a charms book and begining to study. "I had a test today."
"Something is up, and someone needs to find out what is happening," Claudia said, pulling on the rest of her clothes and picking up her robe. "I am going to find the Headmistress and ask her myself. I am worried, unlike you, and I don't want to be killed because I was being ignorant." She humphed, and disappeared out the door without another word.
"-can you believe they cancelled classes today?" a voice said from the hall as the door opened, four seventh year girls walking in with a look of wonder on their faces. "I asked around, and no one knows why. Some people think that a professer went mad and blew up a shed by the greenhouses."
"Like that would really happen," a second one said, Liza Jacobsen, as she flopped down onto her bed beside Claudia's. "So, sleepy head. You finally decided to wake up." She giggled. Claudia always thought muggle borns seemed to giggle a lot. "Well, you might as well go back to bed. They've cancelled all activities for the day, and we are to stay in our houses."
"Which is good because I haven't finished my potions homework..." the first speaker, Kandi Leddersby, said loudly, pulling off her shoes and laying down on her bed. A cat hissed, scaring the girl until she realized she had laid down on Liza's cat Nipper. Kandi moaned, throwing the cat off the bed and watching it scamper out the door to the common room. "But I don't understand why. We were going to study see-dee players in muggle studies."
"CD Players," Liza corrected, shaking her head and rolling over. "I don't understand why you just don't go to London and try and see for yourself what everything is instead of forcing yourself to take a pointless class about it."
A third girl, Frieda Jasper, moaned. "Some of us are not muggle-born," she told Liza haughtily, shaking her head and sitting down on the end of Kandi's bed. "Some of us also like to learn. I might be all book-smarts but I know better than to hope they cancelled classes, Kandi."
"Do you want me to fail?" Kandi replied.
Claudia sighed, standing up. "All of you, just be quiet. A professer did not blow up a shed, but someone did. They were right to cancel classes, because someone needs to find out who did it. It was downright dangerous."
"Oh, be quiet, Claudia," the final girl, Irene Schaeffer, piped, her short, plump frame much unlike Claudia's. "You might be smart and athletic, but some of us need the time to catch up." Irene fell to her bed, pulling out a charms book and begining to study. "I had a test today."
"Something is up, and someone needs to find out what is happening," Claudia said, pulling on the rest of her clothes and picking up her robe. "I am going to find the Headmistress and ask her myself. I am worried, unlike you, and I don't want to be killed because I was being ignorant." She humphed, and disappeared out the door without another word.