CHAPTER 5- DUMBLEDORE'S DECISION
Laura walked back up the dingy corridor in silence, kicking a few stones scattered on the ground. She reached the Great Hall, and caught Albus Dumbledore in the middle of an announcement. ".And so, through this method we intend to raise behaviour standards. Now, the food!" Laura looked nervously toward the Gryffindor table to see Joe had met her gaze. He beckoned her toward the table and she went toward him. "What's going on?" she muttered, taking the empty seat next to him. "You don't wanna know.," he said, gnawing on a chicken leg. She looked at him, and he looked back at her with cold, piercing eyes. Those eyes reminded her of someone.
"I do! What is happening!?" she stressed, taking his chicken leg and eating it herself. "Dumbledore's bringing back the cane." he said sadly. She fell off her stool, but thankfully Snape was engaged in conversation with a chair, so he didn't notice. "WHAT!?" she bellowed. She climbed back onto her stool, and resumed eating. "But.but.if Dumbledore brought back the cane.wouldn't that be kinda illegal?" she questioned. "According to old man Dumbledore, no," he said casually. "You're awfully calm." she grumbled, but she turned back to her chicken and no more was said.
Filing out of the Great Hall in houses was often a disorderly business, and taken lightly by most of the first-years. Hermione Granger and Jebediah Booker (prefects to Gryffindor and Slytherin, respectively), however they loathed each other, were both pleased with the first-years' initial sincerity toward the school rules.
Joe wearily climbed the staircase up to the dormitory. He had been counting the number of steps he had climbed and wondered how the builders could build such steps without collapsing down them and dying. Then he realised he was in a school supported by magic, so the stairs had been built the same way, probably. 237, 238.
After entering the dorm, he collapsed in an armchair and sank into its depths. The dorm was a comfy place. The beds were four-posters, but the covers were made out of phoenix down, the most comfortable material used to make bed covers. The mattresses were dragon hide with no scales, which was nice to lie on.
The floor was clean, so Joe sat there and stared out of the window. He could see the moon, even though it was raining very hard, and very fast. He turned suddenly, for he could hear panicky footsteps outside the portrait hole. A very flustered and red McGonagall entered. "Potter! Where's everyone else?" "The common room, Professor. Why?" he asked, but he was pulled away by McGonagall and led (twice as fast, he couldn't help but notice) down the stairs to the hallway outside the Great Hall.
The Bloody Baron's ghost (if you could call it a ghost anymore) was lying rigid on the floor, a greyish-white tint to it. The Bloody Baron wore a look of complete horror on his face, and a microphone lay next to him. (How a ghost could carry a microphone, Joe couldn't figure out). He picked up the microphone and discovered it was magical, and had a playback feature. Joe played it back.
"Ssssssss.Nooo! You cannot touch me, I am a gho- not the curse. Please, not the curse! Nooo."
McGonagall shook her head. "The Curse of the Great Serpent is upon us once more."
Laura walked back up the dingy corridor in silence, kicking a few stones scattered on the ground. She reached the Great Hall, and caught Albus Dumbledore in the middle of an announcement. ".And so, through this method we intend to raise behaviour standards. Now, the food!" Laura looked nervously toward the Gryffindor table to see Joe had met her gaze. He beckoned her toward the table and she went toward him. "What's going on?" she muttered, taking the empty seat next to him. "You don't wanna know.," he said, gnawing on a chicken leg. She looked at him, and he looked back at her with cold, piercing eyes. Those eyes reminded her of someone.
"I do! What is happening!?" she stressed, taking his chicken leg and eating it herself. "Dumbledore's bringing back the cane." he said sadly. She fell off her stool, but thankfully Snape was engaged in conversation with a chair, so he didn't notice. "WHAT!?" she bellowed. She climbed back onto her stool, and resumed eating. "But.but.if Dumbledore brought back the cane.wouldn't that be kinda illegal?" she questioned. "According to old man Dumbledore, no," he said casually. "You're awfully calm." she grumbled, but she turned back to her chicken and no more was said.
Filing out of the Great Hall in houses was often a disorderly business, and taken lightly by most of the first-years. Hermione Granger and Jebediah Booker (prefects to Gryffindor and Slytherin, respectively), however they loathed each other, were both pleased with the first-years' initial sincerity toward the school rules.
Joe wearily climbed the staircase up to the dormitory. He had been counting the number of steps he had climbed and wondered how the builders could build such steps without collapsing down them and dying. Then he realised he was in a school supported by magic, so the stairs had been built the same way, probably. 237, 238.
After entering the dorm, he collapsed in an armchair and sank into its depths. The dorm was a comfy place. The beds were four-posters, but the covers were made out of phoenix down, the most comfortable material used to make bed covers. The mattresses were dragon hide with no scales, which was nice to lie on.
The floor was clean, so Joe sat there and stared out of the window. He could see the moon, even though it was raining very hard, and very fast. He turned suddenly, for he could hear panicky footsteps outside the portrait hole. A very flustered and red McGonagall entered. "Potter! Where's everyone else?" "The common room, Professor. Why?" he asked, but he was pulled away by McGonagall and led (twice as fast, he couldn't help but notice) down the stairs to the hallway outside the Great Hall.
The Bloody Baron's ghost (if you could call it a ghost anymore) was lying rigid on the floor, a greyish-white tint to it. The Bloody Baron wore a look of complete horror on his face, and a microphone lay next to him. (How a ghost could carry a microphone, Joe couldn't figure out). He picked up the microphone and discovered it was magical, and had a playback feature. Joe played it back.
"Ssssssss.Nooo! You cannot touch me, I am a gho- not the curse. Please, not the curse! Nooo."
McGonagall shook her head. "The Curse of the Great Serpent is upon us once more."