The Grat Hall was buzzing with noise, the students all talking quietly of the previous night's events. A large hole marred the Divinitation classroom, but luckily no one had been in iside. No one was quite sure yet what had caused it, but the teachers were looking into it. Suddenlt Professor Dumbledore entered and everyone became silent.
"The explosion of Divinitation room last night was done by a wizard," Dumbledore began. "However, whomever fired this explosive has left the premises, and there is no further threat." There seemed to be a great deal of relief released in hearing this. Now the students could go onto other things, like the upcoming Halloween feast.
Hundreds of lit jack-o-lanterns flickered around the tables of the Great Hall, as even more live bats fluttered near the ceiling, bewitched to look like the night sky. Students chattered loudly, stuffing themselves with pumkin pie and turkey, and several other food items. The teachers sat at their table, also thoroughly enjoying themselves. But one was missing, Dumbledore.
Outside the hall he stood, next to a figure completely covered by a hooded, rust covered robe. "Right this way," Dumbledore smiled, looking down at her.
"I would appreiciate it if you didn't announce to the entire student body that I have arrived. It will be easier on my part if I were to just slide in.."
"If that is what you would like."
"It is," she stated. "Which table is it that I shall be sitting at, Headmaster?"
"The Gryffindor Table," Dumbledore answered. "The second table on the right." She nodded, and enetered the Hall, finding an empty seat at the end of a table. No one seemed to notice her until the Gryffindow ghost came by.
"You are a new face," he announced. "I am Sir Nicholas De-"
"I have been informed already as to who you are," the hooded girl interrupted.
"Well," He seemed a little miffed. "May I inquire as to who you are?" Several students were now looking at her from around the table. She sighed, might as well introduce herself to her new house-mates.
She lowered the hood of her robes, revealing two amythest eyes set on a face composed of moon-beam skin. Silvery-ash spiral curls framed her beautiful face, falling in graceful waves below her shoulders.
"I am Tala Nighte."
"The explosion of Divinitation room last night was done by a wizard," Dumbledore began. "However, whomever fired this explosive has left the premises, and there is no further threat." There seemed to be a great deal of relief released in hearing this. Now the students could go onto other things, like the upcoming Halloween feast.
Hundreds of lit jack-o-lanterns flickered around the tables of the Great Hall, as even more live bats fluttered near the ceiling, bewitched to look like the night sky. Students chattered loudly, stuffing themselves with pumkin pie and turkey, and several other food items. The teachers sat at their table, also thoroughly enjoying themselves. But one was missing, Dumbledore.
Outside the hall he stood, next to a figure completely covered by a hooded, rust covered robe. "Right this way," Dumbledore smiled, looking down at her.
"I would appreiciate it if you didn't announce to the entire student body that I have arrived. It will be easier on my part if I were to just slide in.."
"If that is what you would like."
"It is," she stated. "Which table is it that I shall be sitting at, Headmaster?"
"The Gryffindor Table," Dumbledore answered. "The second table on the right." She nodded, and enetered the Hall, finding an empty seat at the end of a table. No one seemed to notice her until the Gryffindow ghost came by.
"You are a new face," he announced. "I am Sir Nicholas De-"
"I have been informed already as to who you are," the hooded girl interrupted.
"Well," He seemed a little miffed. "May I inquire as to who you are?" Several students were now looking at her from around the table. She sighed, might as well introduce herself to her new house-mates.
She lowered the hood of her robes, revealing two amythest eyes set on a face composed of moon-beam skin. Silvery-ash spiral curls framed her beautiful face, falling in graceful waves below her shoulders.
"I am Tala Nighte."