She woke to the smell of chocolate and Mr. Pollired's expensive cologne.
"Kitsune," Mr. Pollired whispered in his deep voice. "You've been knocked
out by Mandrake screams. Wake up. Come out of your trance. Back to
Hogwarts. Wander back into our dimension. Come on Ms. Baka..."
Without opening her eyes, Kitsune mumbled, "Go away..." Some people could drive you up the wall, and Mr. Edgar Andrews Joseph Pollired was one of those people. All the female staff members were entranced by his muscle shirts and charming smile. Kitsune thought he was just a nuisance. Her eyes opened slowly and the world's spinning slowly came to a halt. "Mr. Pollired, please!"
"Whatever," he mumbled. He left her bedside and strolled to his desk whistling an annoying tune. A knock came on the door. Mr. Pollired answered, "Come in!"
Ms. Ogles-Finch entered. "It's me, Eddie!" she sang. Her dark pink lipstick and wavy, platinum blonde hair shined with feminine-- something. She then noticed Kitsune lying on the bed. "Oh, so sorry," she cooed in her soft voice. "Eddie?" She beckoned him to come just outside the door.
Mr. Pollired followed her and Kitsune heard whispers and soft giggles. Mr. Pollired walked back in, looking almost drunk. A smudge of dark pink lipstick remained on his cheek. Kitsune rolled her eyes. "Mr. Pollired, can I leave now?"
brp "Why don't you wait for your friends to come with treats first?" he asked. "Lunch is almost over and I'm sure you'll be receiving lots of chocolate." Mr. Pollired winked at her, as if he expected Kitsune to actually have friends.
"That's alright, Mr. Pollired. I think I'll just leave now," Kitsune said, her eyes on the floor. She slowly rose from the purple-sheeted bed and made her way to the door. Kitsune looked down for an instant and realized she was wearing crimson slippers and a purple frilly nightgown. Her eyes widened in horror. She'd had nightmares like this.
"Oh, don't worry, Ms. Baka," said Mr. Pollired, reading Kitsune's expression. "Your clothes are on your bed." He smiled and went back to his paperwork.
"Um, Mr. Pollired," Kitsune started. He looked up from his desk and Kitsune pointed to her cheek. "You, uh.."
Mr. Pollired instantly pulled his pocket mirror from his desk drawer. "Thanks," he said uncomfortably and began to furiously rub his cheek.
Kitsune sighed and closed the door behind her. Thank Merlin her room wasn't in the Ravenclaw commons. Dumbledore had given her a special room next to his office. She was his "daughter" after all; and she didn't seem to cope to well with other Ravenclaws.
"Raspberry ripples," Kitsune whispered to the portrait of a dancing unicorn. Dumbledore had chosen the painting and the password. The portrait swung to one side and a hole in the wall was revealed. Kitsune crawled through and sat on her dark green bedspread. A connecting door was on her left leading to Dumbledore's private quarters.
Kitsune knocked sharply on this door. No answer came. She knocked again and still there was no answer. Kitsune pushed open the heavy door and gasped.
Without opening her eyes, Kitsune mumbled, "Go away..." Some people could drive you up the wall, and Mr. Edgar Andrews Joseph Pollired was one of those people. All the female staff members were entranced by his muscle shirts and charming smile. Kitsune thought he was just a nuisance. Her eyes opened slowly and the world's spinning slowly came to a halt. "Mr. Pollired, please!"
"Whatever," he mumbled. He left her bedside and strolled to his desk whistling an annoying tune. A knock came on the door. Mr. Pollired answered, "Come in!"
Ms. Ogles-Finch entered. "It's me, Eddie!" she sang. Her dark pink lipstick and wavy, platinum blonde hair shined with feminine-- something. She then noticed Kitsune lying on the bed. "Oh, so sorry," she cooed in her soft voice. "Eddie?" She beckoned him to come just outside the door.
Mr. Pollired followed her and Kitsune heard whispers and soft giggles. Mr. Pollired walked back in, looking almost drunk. A smudge of dark pink lipstick remained on his cheek. Kitsune rolled her eyes. "Mr. Pollired, can I leave now?"
brp "Why don't you wait for your friends to come with treats first?" he asked. "Lunch is almost over and I'm sure you'll be receiving lots of chocolate." Mr. Pollired winked at her, as if he expected Kitsune to actually have friends.
"That's alright, Mr. Pollired. I think I'll just leave now," Kitsune said, her eyes on the floor. She slowly rose from the purple-sheeted bed and made her way to the door. Kitsune looked down for an instant and realized she was wearing crimson slippers and a purple frilly nightgown. Her eyes widened in horror. She'd had nightmares like this.
"Oh, don't worry, Ms. Baka," said Mr. Pollired, reading Kitsune's expression. "Your clothes are on your bed." He smiled and went back to his paperwork.
"Um, Mr. Pollired," Kitsune started. He looked up from his desk and Kitsune pointed to her cheek. "You, uh.."
Mr. Pollired instantly pulled his pocket mirror from his desk drawer. "Thanks," he said uncomfortably and began to furiously rub his cheek.
Kitsune sighed and closed the door behind her. Thank Merlin her room wasn't in the Ravenclaw commons. Dumbledore had given her a special room next to his office. She was his "daughter" after all; and she didn't seem to cope to well with other Ravenclaws.
"Raspberry ripples," Kitsune whispered to the portrait of a dancing unicorn. Dumbledore had chosen the painting and the password. The portrait swung to one side and a hole in the wall was revealed. Kitsune crawled through and sat on her dark green bedspread. A connecting door was on her left leading to Dumbledore's private quarters.
Kitsune knocked sharply on this door. No answer came. She knocked again and still there was no answer. Kitsune pushed open the heavy door and gasped.