Kitsune and the others arrived at the Private Infirmary. "What the f--?"
Kitsune started.
"Good Merlin!" Mrs. Pod gasped. Graffiti covered the walls. "Eddie loves Cassie. C and E Forever," Mrs. Pod read.
Mrs. Pod and Kitsune both turned to Mr. Pollired and Ms. Ogles-Finch. Kitsune smirked. "The Infirmary is for private use, but not for YOUR private use," she said matter-of-factly.
"Whatever it is, " Mrs. Pod said firmly, "it shall have to do." She wheeled the unconscious Dumbledore into the Infirmary and tucked him under the covers. "Kitsune, could you please excuse us? I'm sure Madam Nephele is expecting you in Divinations."
"Whatever," Kitsune shrugged. "Just don't mess this place up any more than it already is." The last line was directed to Mrs. Pollired and Ms. Ogles- Finch.
After Divinations and History of Magic, Kitsune sat at the end of the Ravenclaw table for lunch. "Kitsune," said a girl by the name of Jaqui DeShaun. "You really must tell me the brand of hair dye you use. I've tried and tried, but I've never been able to get my hair such a disgusting shade of purple!"
Jaqui's band of followers erupted with laughter. Kitsune interrupted them, "You really want to know what's funny? It's how hard I'll be laughing when your whole face is bruised another disgusting shade of purple."
Their laughter died down quickly and Jaqui seemed to lose heart.
Kitsune's detention in the Trophy Room was nothing new. She had to hurry, though. Astrology was approaching, and she actually enjoyed it somewhat.
At ten o'clock at night, the fourth years all met on the Potions Tower for Astronomy. They were right in the middle of examining the Milky Way when a clattering sound came from the air vent that reached to the Potions dungeon. A feminine ghostly figure emerged and approached Kitsune.
Something Kitsune had only experienced once, terror, overwhelmed her body. "I warned you," the ghost said. "I told you to leave. Now Dumbledore will have to deal with the death of his poor orphan child. See how he likes it now?"
"Good Merlin!" Mrs. Pod gasped. Graffiti covered the walls. "Eddie loves Cassie. C and E Forever," Mrs. Pod read.
Mrs. Pod and Kitsune both turned to Mr. Pollired and Ms. Ogles-Finch. Kitsune smirked. "The Infirmary is for private use, but not for YOUR private use," she said matter-of-factly.
"Whatever it is, " Mrs. Pod said firmly, "it shall have to do." She wheeled the unconscious Dumbledore into the Infirmary and tucked him under the covers. "Kitsune, could you please excuse us? I'm sure Madam Nephele is expecting you in Divinations."
"Whatever," Kitsune shrugged. "Just don't mess this place up any more than it already is." The last line was directed to Mrs. Pollired and Ms. Ogles- Finch.
After Divinations and History of Magic, Kitsune sat at the end of the Ravenclaw table for lunch. "Kitsune," said a girl by the name of Jaqui DeShaun. "You really must tell me the brand of hair dye you use. I've tried and tried, but I've never been able to get my hair such a disgusting shade of purple!"
Jaqui's band of followers erupted with laughter. Kitsune interrupted them, "You really want to know what's funny? It's how hard I'll be laughing when your whole face is bruised another disgusting shade of purple."
Their laughter died down quickly and Jaqui seemed to lose heart.
Kitsune's detention in the Trophy Room was nothing new. She had to hurry, though. Astrology was approaching, and she actually enjoyed it somewhat.
At ten o'clock at night, the fourth years all met on the Potions Tower for Astronomy. They were right in the middle of examining the Milky Way when a clattering sound came from the air vent that reached to the Potions dungeon. A feminine ghostly figure emerged and approached Kitsune.
Something Kitsune had only experienced once, terror, overwhelmed her body. "I warned you," the ghost said. "I told you to leave. Now Dumbledore will have to deal with the death of his poor orphan child. See how he likes it now?"