A feminine ghostly figure sat in Dumbledore's easy chair. The ghost
shrieked at Kitsune's entrance and floated through the wall. Kitsune made
no attempt to follow her. She rushed to Dumbledore's side immediately and
stroked his head. He was sitting on his celestial blue bed, out cold.
"Daddy," she whispered softly. "Dumbledore? Wake up." Amid desperate sobs, she flung open the door from Dumbledore's office and looked for any teachers. Mrs. Pod was running toward Kitsune.
"Oh, darling," Mrs. Pod said nervously. "Did you see that-that thing come out of Dumbledore's bedroom? Are you alright?"
"Dumbledore," Kitsune said and pointed to his inanimate figure. "He's been knocked out by that fiend!"
"I'll stay here, Kitsune," Mrs. Pod bravely declared, for being such a frail woman. "You go get Mr. Pollired."
Kitsune grimaced and rolled her eyes before running down the hall, wand in hand. If that thing came back, she would be ready. Kitsune flung the door open to the Infirmary and saw Ms. Ogles-Finch and Mr. Pollired kissing.
"Excuse me, please, Ms. Ogles-Finch," Kitsune almost screamed. "Mr. Pollired, Dumbledore's out cold and there was this ghost and she was sitting in his chair and it was really scary and Mrs. Pod's up there already."
Mr. Pollired jumped out of his chair with some difficulty, because Ms. Ogles-Finch was in his lap. He shoved Kitsune out the door and they both ran to Dumbledore's office.
"I think he'll be alright," Mr. Pollired declared, checking Dumbledore's pulse. "I don't know what ghost that was. It must be a ghost-robber. They come into any building they please and clear out the valuables."
"Has anything been stolen?" Mrs. Pod asked. "I- I can't believe anyone would want to rob poor Dumbledore."
Kitsune stifled a gasp and pointed to the headmaster's hand. A piece of parchment was crumpled and stuffed in his closed fingers. She ran to the paper and pulled it form his grasp immediately. "Leave, Dumbledore, or you'll be sorry you ever founded this school of bast-"
"I think that's quite enough," Mrs. Pod said shrilly, snatching the paper from Kitsune. "Someone sure has a foul mouth."
"They must want Dumbledore to close the school," Kitsune inferred. "Maybe Dumbledore knows who it is." She tapped him lightly until Mr. Pollired stopped her.
"He could have a mild concussion," Mr. Pollired told Kitsune. "I wouldn't do that."
"I'll call the nurse for some help," Mrs. Pod announced. Minutes later, she returned with Ms. Ogles-Finch.
"Oh, gosh!" Ms. Ogles-Finch cooed. "What happened to Dumbledore?" Ms. Ogles- Finch winked at Mr. Pollired and caressed Dumbledore's head.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kitsune spat. "He needs MEDICAL help. Bring in a stretcher and put him in the Private Infirmary until her recovers."
Ms. Ogles-Finch and Mr. Pollired exchanged worried glances. "What are you waiting for, Cassie?" he asked, addressing Ms. Ogles-Finch. "Go get the Private Infirmary ready!"
"But what about the-" Ms. Ogles-Finch started.
"Take care of it," Mr. Pollired answered.
"Daddy," she whispered softly. "Dumbledore? Wake up." Amid desperate sobs, she flung open the door from Dumbledore's office and looked for any teachers. Mrs. Pod was running toward Kitsune.
"Oh, darling," Mrs. Pod said nervously. "Did you see that-that thing come out of Dumbledore's bedroom? Are you alright?"
"Dumbledore," Kitsune said and pointed to his inanimate figure. "He's been knocked out by that fiend!"
"I'll stay here, Kitsune," Mrs. Pod bravely declared, for being such a frail woman. "You go get Mr. Pollired."
Kitsune grimaced and rolled her eyes before running down the hall, wand in hand. If that thing came back, she would be ready. Kitsune flung the door open to the Infirmary and saw Ms. Ogles-Finch and Mr. Pollired kissing.
"Excuse me, please, Ms. Ogles-Finch," Kitsune almost screamed. "Mr. Pollired, Dumbledore's out cold and there was this ghost and she was sitting in his chair and it was really scary and Mrs. Pod's up there already."
Mr. Pollired jumped out of his chair with some difficulty, because Ms. Ogles-Finch was in his lap. He shoved Kitsune out the door and they both ran to Dumbledore's office.
"I think he'll be alright," Mr. Pollired declared, checking Dumbledore's pulse. "I don't know what ghost that was. It must be a ghost-robber. They come into any building they please and clear out the valuables."
"Has anything been stolen?" Mrs. Pod asked. "I- I can't believe anyone would want to rob poor Dumbledore."
Kitsune stifled a gasp and pointed to the headmaster's hand. A piece of parchment was crumpled and stuffed in his closed fingers. She ran to the paper and pulled it form his grasp immediately. "Leave, Dumbledore, or you'll be sorry you ever founded this school of bast-"
"I think that's quite enough," Mrs. Pod said shrilly, snatching the paper from Kitsune. "Someone sure has a foul mouth."
"They must want Dumbledore to close the school," Kitsune inferred. "Maybe Dumbledore knows who it is." She tapped him lightly until Mr. Pollired stopped her.
"He could have a mild concussion," Mr. Pollired told Kitsune. "I wouldn't do that."
"I'll call the nurse for some help," Mrs. Pod announced. Minutes later, she returned with Ms. Ogles-Finch.
"Oh, gosh!" Ms. Ogles-Finch cooed. "What happened to Dumbledore?" Ms. Ogles- Finch winked at Mr. Pollired and caressed Dumbledore's head.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kitsune spat. "He needs MEDICAL help. Bring in a stretcher and put him in the Private Infirmary until her recovers."
Ms. Ogles-Finch and Mr. Pollired exchanged worried glances. "What are you waiting for, Cassie?" he asked, addressing Ms. Ogles-Finch. "Go get the Private Infirmary ready!"
"But what about the-" Ms. Ogles-Finch started.
"Take care of it," Mr. Pollired answered.