"Who could do such a thing?"
A murmur filled the walls of Hogwarts right after they had been alerted the news. But alas, they knew that these kinds of things happened here, that was just the way it was at Hogwarts.
"Well I personally think that he knew something he wasn't supposed to know, and therefore was punished. It's very cruel, yes, but stranger things have happened." Hermione commented, pretty sure that she had this one down like a book.
"Oh really? Is that what you think? Great scott! It must be true then! Since you did say that was the way it was, and anything you say goes I'm pretty sure." Ron put his usual two cents in, creating his own little way of telling Hermione to lay of being a know-it-all, namely sarcasm. Harry attempted to get out of this situation by saying the one line that's perfect for getting out of any situation.
"Well then, why don't we just look some things up in the Library?"
The great words. Ron groaned and Hermione jumped up in delight, loving any excuse to go to the Library. Ron then gave Harry a cold look, one that said,
"And why are you torturing us this way?" Of course Harry had no actual answer to that, all except for the fact there's always the chance that they'll be led off track. So they left and began to walk towards the Library, Hermione being the only gleeful one, until they heard something. They could just barely here it, but the sound was there...
It was a high-pitched scream.
They had no idea where it was coming from, none at all, to the point where you could've just assumed that Peeves or something else was just playing some sort of prank to get everyone worried.
They heard it again.
So their curiosity was at large, they kept walking and walking until without their knowledge collided with a First Year.
"Sorry about that," Hermione began, but was caught by the other girl before she could continue.
"No, it's my fault, I'm always keeping my nose in a book or I look down and am absorbed in my thoughts and I never really notice my surrondings, I'm really sorry..." They observed this 1st year, noting her long brown hair that was wavy in some parts, her brown eyes, some of the books that she had been carrying around which were obviously muggle-made, and her badge on her robes that indicated she was a Ravenclaw.
"Ok then, what's your name? I thnk I remember you being sorted, but I just can't remember..." Hermione asked, thinking about how this girl vaguely reminded her of her.
"Summer Greene, but do names really matter at all? They're just what you call upon a person by, so what difference does it make when oh so many people have the same first name? I really don't see one, but oh well. You don't really have to tell me your names, I can live without knowing names..." This girl was kind of strange, here she was analyzing names with as much care as they had when looking up books about the Chamber of Secrets...But then they heard something...
The scream was getting louder.
"Ok then, this is weird..." The girl's eyes were shifting slightly.
"We heard it earlier on too, that was the reason we collided, that sound was so intriguing we had to find out what was with it." Ron explained, sounding strangely enough somewhat like Hermione.
"Oh really?" She asked, then smacked her forehead, "Of course! That must've been coming from that thing I saw around the bend earlier, it looked mighty dreadful, very pitiful yet in a way it seemed like it deseved it..." She said, the others pressing in around her.
"What was it? How was it pitiful? Why was it like that?" They were filled with questions, very eager to find the source of this wailing.
"Come follow me, I'll show you..." Summer then lead the pack, twisting and turning until they finally saw it, but they couldn't believe it.
"God no, God no, GOD NOHOHOHO!!!!!!" It was Sir Cadogan, the portrait, he was covered in blood and his pony was lying dead on the ground.
"How did this happen? I didn't think that portraits could actually die..." Ron was baffled, but Hermione was quick to respond.
"Well, technically they can't, but another portrait can come and kill they inhabitants...But the question is why, why would someone do such a thing...And a portrait! Dear God, the world will end soon, I know it..."
"Wait, Hermione, you never say 'the world will end soon, I know it', is this a sudden change into a pessimist?" Harry was confused, but in response to that all he got was Hermione saying shakily, "I'm going back to my dorm now, mind..." And she hurried off, like that.
"Gee, what's eating her?" Ron was on her case a little once more.
"Isn't it obvious? She, well, she, oh God, you'll never understand it, oh well..." Summer looked a bit annoyed with them, although they didn't pay any attention.
"Well then, I guess we ought to report this thing with Sir Cadogan to..." He couldn't finish his sentence, for he was intrrupted by a scream. They rushed toward the scream, through bends and twists, until they found where it was coming from.
It was Hermione.
A murmur filled the walls of Hogwarts right after they had been alerted the news. But alas, they knew that these kinds of things happened here, that was just the way it was at Hogwarts.
"Well I personally think that he knew something he wasn't supposed to know, and therefore was punished. It's very cruel, yes, but stranger things have happened." Hermione commented, pretty sure that she had this one down like a book.
"Oh really? Is that what you think? Great scott! It must be true then! Since you did say that was the way it was, and anything you say goes I'm pretty sure." Ron put his usual two cents in, creating his own little way of telling Hermione to lay of being a know-it-all, namely sarcasm. Harry attempted to get out of this situation by saying the one line that's perfect for getting out of any situation.
"Well then, why don't we just look some things up in the Library?"
The great words. Ron groaned and Hermione jumped up in delight, loving any excuse to go to the Library. Ron then gave Harry a cold look, one that said,
"And why are you torturing us this way?" Of course Harry had no actual answer to that, all except for the fact there's always the chance that they'll be led off track. So they left and began to walk towards the Library, Hermione being the only gleeful one, until they heard something. They could just barely here it, but the sound was there...
It was a high-pitched scream.
They had no idea where it was coming from, none at all, to the point where you could've just assumed that Peeves or something else was just playing some sort of prank to get everyone worried.
They heard it again.
So their curiosity was at large, they kept walking and walking until without their knowledge collided with a First Year.
"Sorry about that," Hermione began, but was caught by the other girl before she could continue.
"No, it's my fault, I'm always keeping my nose in a book or I look down and am absorbed in my thoughts and I never really notice my surrondings, I'm really sorry..." They observed this 1st year, noting her long brown hair that was wavy in some parts, her brown eyes, some of the books that she had been carrying around which were obviously muggle-made, and her badge on her robes that indicated she was a Ravenclaw.
"Ok then, what's your name? I thnk I remember you being sorted, but I just can't remember..." Hermione asked, thinking about how this girl vaguely reminded her of her.
"Summer Greene, but do names really matter at all? They're just what you call upon a person by, so what difference does it make when oh so many people have the same first name? I really don't see one, but oh well. You don't really have to tell me your names, I can live without knowing names..." This girl was kind of strange, here she was analyzing names with as much care as they had when looking up books about the Chamber of Secrets...But then they heard something...
The scream was getting louder.
"Ok then, this is weird..." The girl's eyes were shifting slightly.
"We heard it earlier on too, that was the reason we collided, that sound was so intriguing we had to find out what was with it." Ron explained, sounding strangely enough somewhat like Hermione.
"Oh really?" She asked, then smacked her forehead, "Of course! That must've been coming from that thing I saw around the bend earlier, it looked mighty dreadful, very pitiful yet in a way it seemed like it deseved it..." She said, the others pressing in around her.
"What was it? How was it pitiful? Why was it like that?" They were filled with questions, very eager to find the source of this wailing.
"Come follow me, I'll show you..." Summer then lead the pack, twisting and turning until they finally saw it, but they couldn't believe it.
"God no, God no, GOD NOHOHOHO!!!!!!" It was Sir Cadogan, the portrait, he was covered in blood and his pony was lying dead on the ground.
"How did this happen? I didn't think that portraits could actually die..." Ron was baffled, but Hermione was quick to respond.
"Well, technically they can't, but another portrait can come and kill they inhabitants...But the question is why, why would someone do such a thing...And a portrait! Dear God, the world will end soon, I know it..."
"Wait, Hermione, you never say 'the world will end soon, I know it', is this a sudden change into a pessimist?" Harry was confused, but in response to that all he got was Hermione saying shakily, "I'm going back to my dorm now, mind..." And she hurried off, like that.
"Gee, what's eating her?" Ron was on her case a little once more.
"Isn't it obvious? She, well, she, oh God, you'll never understand it, oh well..." Summer looked a bit annoyed with them, although they didn't pay any attention.
"Well then, I guess we ought to report this thing with Sir Cadogan to..." He couldn't finish his sentence, for he was intrrupted by a scream. They rushed toward the scream, through bends and twists, until they found where it was coming from.
It was Hermione.