Chapter 12
"Magic History's a Snore"
The sun was pouring in through the window of the girls' dorm, flooding to whole room in a warm light. Of course, both girls were much too asleep to appreciate it. Caleum paced around Rory's bed impatiently. He looked down into his owner's face, meowing pitifully.
Rory opened her eyes, mumbled something incoherent, and turned over. The cat rolled off the bed and landed on the wooden floor gently. His fur was puffed out and he trotted over to the door, scratching at it, meowing again. Rory sat up, stretching and looking towards the wall clock, squinting. It was 10:00 AM. They had overslept.
Rory jumped out of bed, the letter from the Hermione fluttering to the ground. She quickly ran to Tabitha who was still sound asleep in her clothing from the previous night, and shook her roughly.
".What is it...?" Tabitha asked, sitting up sleepily and rubbing at her eyes.
"We are seriously LATE!" Rory exclaimed, hurrying back to the bureau to grab some clothes for the day. Rory tore apart the drawers looking for her uniform, but it was on the floor, dirty and wrinkled. Rory paced, holding the uniform. "It's filthy! Because of that JERK!"
Tabitha picked up her wand, "Santatioum". Their uniforms were cleaned in an instant. Tabitha put her wand back into its case and stuck it into her pack with a satisfied smile.
The two grabbed their books for their classes and made a run for it. Rory spoke in a worried tone as they ran along, "By now, we're long into 2nd class!"
Tabitha frowned and kept on running.
"STOP! You two!" came a harsh order.
Rory groaned, "Great." as she skidded to a stop turning around. Tabitha had turned as well.
It was Professor Wardwell, for some reason he had been patrolling the hallways, and he had caught the two in their mad dash.
Tabitha hung her head, wondering where such luck had come from.
After listening to them try in vain to explain themselves, Professor Wardwell personally escorted them to their 2nd classes of the day. By escorting, he grabbed the collars of their shirts and dragged them along beside him.
They arrived quickly at their 2nd class, which was Magic History. Professor Wardwell banged on the door to the classroom, and then opened it, pushing the two in. "Found 'em wandering the halls, you take care of them," he told the History professor curtly. Then he left, slamming the door behind him, making the two girls jump.
"Take your seats Miss McCullech, Miss Granger," Professor William Townsend said, "5 points will have to be deducted from Swiftwing for your irresponsibility." From the tone of his voice he was trying to be at least a little apologetic since the two had endured Wardwell's harshness the entire way over.
Professor Townsend was about 52 years old, with brown, graying hair that hung down to his neck. Townsend had a problem with sometimes speaking in a monotone voice, but he found it no excuse for his students to fall asleep in the middle of his lectures on Magic's history.
Tabitha started apologizing, while Rory quickly slipped into a nearby seat. Professor Townsend nodded, giving a small smile and told Tabitha to take a seat so that his lecture could continue. She blushed in embarrassment and immediately took her seat beside Rory.
"Alright, I shall be continuing onward, Girfried the Killer."
Rory tried to pay attention but soon her mind was a buzz, wandering. She poked Tabitha, who shushed her as she scribbled down notes. Rory kept at it, becoming more and more demanding. At last Tabitha turned her head, whispering "What?"
"I'm going to fall asleep.Townsend is droning on and on and on." Rory complained.
Tabitha gave a shrug and turned back to her note taking, "Oh come on.you can't honestly tell me that you aren't actually interested in Girfried, can you?"
"It'd be more interesting if he'd actually get to the killing part," Rory muttered. Tabitha noticed that Professor Townsend was looking their way, and she tried to secretly shush her friend.
Rory luckily got the hint in time, because Townsend continued on with the lecture, not pausing to reprimand the girls.
The sun was pouring in through the window of the girls' dorm, flooding to whole room in a warm light. Of course, both girls were much too asleep to appreciate it. Caleum paced around Rory's bed impatiently. He looked down into his owner's face, meowing pitifully.
Rory opened her eyes, mumbled something incoherent, and turned over. The cat rolled off the bed and landed on the wooden floor gently. His fur was puffed out and he trotted over to the door, scratching at it, meowing again. Rory sat up, stretching and looking towards the wall clock, squinting. It was 10:00 AM. They had overslept.
Rory jumped out of bed, the letter from the Hermione fluttering to the ground. She quickly ran to Tabitha who was still sound asleep in her clothing from the previous night, and shook her roughly.
".What is it...?" Tabitha asked, sitting up sleepily and rubbing at her eyes.
"We are seriously LATE!" Rory exclaimed, hurrying back to the bureau to grab some clothes for the day. Rory tore apart the drawers looking for her uniform, but it was on the floor, dirty and wrinkled. Rory paced, holding the uniform. "It's filthy! Because of that JERK!"
Tabitha picked up her wand, "Santatioum". Their uniforms were cleaned in an instant. Tabitha put her wand back into its case and stuck it into her pack with a satisfied smile.
The two grabbed their books for their classes and made a run for it. Rory spoke in a worried tone as they ran along, "By now, we're long into 2nd class!"
Tabitha frowned and kept on running.
"STOP! You two!" came a harsh order.
Rory groaned, "Great." as she skidded to a stop turning around. Tabitha had turned as well.
It was Professor Wardwell, for some reason he had been patrolling the hallways, and he had caught the two in their mad dash.
Tabitha hung her head, wondering where such luck had come from.
After listening to them try in vain to explain themselves, Professor Wardwell personally escorted them to their 2nd classes of the day. By escorting, he grabbed the collars of their shirts and dragged them along beside him.
They arrived quickly at their 2nd class, which was Magic History. Professor Wardwell banged on the door to the classroom, and then opened it, pushing the two in. "Found 'em wandering the halls, you take care of them," he told the History professor curtly. Then he left, slamming the door behind him, making the two girls jump.
"Take your seats Miss McCullech, Miss Granger," Professor William Townsend said, "5 points will have to be deducted from Swiftwing for your irresponsibility." From the tone of his voice he was trying to be at least a little apologetic since the two had endured Wardwell's harshness the entire way over.
Professor Townsend was about 52 years old, with brown, graying hair that hung down to his neck. Townsend had a problem with sometimes speaking in a monotone voice, but he found it no excuse for his students to fall asleep in the middle of his lectures on Magic's history.
Tabitha started apologizing, while Rory quickly slipped into a nearby seat. Professor Townsend nodded, giving a small smile and told Tabitha to take a seat so that his lecture could continue. She blushed in embarrassment and immediately took her seat beside Rory.
"Alright, I shall be continuing onward, Girfried the Killer."
Rory tried to pay attention but soon her mind was a buzz, wandering. She poked Tabitha, who shushed her as she scribbled down notes. Rory kept at it, becoming more and more demanding. At last Tabitha turned her head, whispering "What?"
"I'm going to fall asleep.Townsend is droning on and on and on." Rory complained.
Tabitha gave a shrug and turned back to her note taking, "Oh come on.you can't honestly tell me that you aren't actually interested in Girfried, can you?"
"It'd be more interesting if he'd actually get to the killing part," Rory muttered. Tabitha noticed that Professor Townsend was looking their way, and she tried to secretly shush her friend.
Rory luckily got the hint in time, because Townsend continued on with the lecture, not pausing to reprimand the girls.