The teachers all had separate dormitories. Each teacher's bedroom, living
room and private library was hidden behind a portrait or statue. Madame
Hooch's (the Quidditch teacher) rooms were even hidden in the Quidditch
cupboard. Each teacher bedroom consisted of a double four-poster bed, a
wardrobe, a magic hat and cloak stand, and a magic mirror. Both the magic
hat and cloak stand and the mirror could be very irritating, as whenever
you placed a hat on it or looked in the mirror they would say a sarcastic
comment. The private library was very useful as it had many books not
stocked in the school library. A vast desk was also handy for marking
parchments.
Hermione came back to school, refreshed and happy. The long break had done her good; she was cheerful again and was back to how she had been before her father's death. She came back to her dormitory to find it perfectly tidy, (thanks to the castle many house elves). She sat down and started at the ceiling-high pile of marking she had to do. The break hadn't (unfortunately) got rid of the work she had left to do.
Marigold Kingsweed met her early in the morning. They were both the first to breakfast, as their dormitories were very close, (Hermione's was behind the statue of a Hog, and Marigold's was behind a portrait of March Frank Arnold (the 3rd Hogwarts head teacher)). Marigold was pleased that her best friend as back as she had missed their break time chats. Marigold's curly, golden hair fell to her shoulders, as she had not tied it up into a bun, as she usually did. Her dark pink robes fell in an untidy bundle, and her large boots were untied at her knees. Hermione pushed her hair back from over her face and helped herself to a large portion of sauté potatoes. She was enjoying her return and added a portion of Sausages to her plate and started to chat to Marigold.
"This is just a question, but. em... where is everyone?" Marigold stared in disbelief round the room. There were still candles floating in mid-air due to the darkness of the early morning. The only people sitting in the Great Hall were a group of Slytherin's.
"You don't think that they have anything to do with it, do they?" Hermione was laughing and pointing. Nearly all the teachers, hated the Slytherin's, except for their Head of House- Kinglet Manglewood.
By 8 o'clock there was still no one. All the teachers were at the table, but none seemed that interested. Hermione sidled her way to Moonchild's seat and whispered in his ear. He rose and walked over to the Slytherin's who got up and followed him in morose silence. Hermione followed them out of the door, and as they got there they met a throng of barging students. A few of the Slytherin's sniggered, but most stayed quiet with glazed faces.
As Moonchild reached his room's he stopped and took them to a side room that none of them had ever noticed before. Moonchild sat them down. Everyone was sombre.
"I believe that you have put a Selective Charm on the Great Hall. Am I right Professor Granger?" "Yes sir you are. I believe that you put it on the hall Oriona Bloomgriffin. I remember teaching it to you. No one else would be capable. It selects people that the charm setter believes should be in the hall- teachers aside."
"I.. Well. it was a laugh. a joke."
"Someone could have been seriously hurt.." Pointed out Professor Luckin - the astronomy teacher.
"Well in sight of the this you shall all receive detention with Filch and you Bloomgriffin, shall have a detention once a week- every week, till the end of term. I hope that you will learn from this."
Hermione came back to school, refreshed and happy. The long break had done her good; she was cheerful again and was back to how she had been before her father's death. She came back to her dormitory to find it perfectly tidy, (thanks to the castle many house elves). She sat down and started at the ceiling-high pile of marking she had to do. The break hadn't (unfortunately) got rid of the work she had left to do.
Marigold Kingsweed met her early in the morning. They were both the first to breakfast, as their dormitories were very close, (Hermione's was behind the statue of a Hog, and Marigold's was behind a portrait of March Frank Arnold (the 3rd Hogwarts head teacher)). Marigold was pleased that her best friend as back as she had missed their break time chats. Marigold's curly, golden hair fell to her shoulders, as she had not tied it up into a bun, as she usually did. Her dark pink robes fell in an untidy bundle, and her large boots were untied at her knees. Hermione pushed her hair back from over her face and helped herself to a large portion of sauté potatoes. She was enjoying her return and added a portion of Sausages to her plate and started to chat to Marigold.
"This is just a question, but. em... where is everyone?" Marigold stared in disbelief round the room. There were still candles floating in mid-air due to the darkness of the early morning. The only people sitting in the Great Hall were a group of Slytherin's.
"You don't think that they have anything to do with it, do they?" Hermione was laughing and pointing. Nearly all the teachers, hated the Slytherin's, except for their Head of House- Kinglet Manglewood.
By 8 o'clock there was still no one. All the teachers were at the table, but none seemed that interested. Hermione sidled her way to Moonchild's seat and whispered in his ear. He rose and walked over to the Slytherin's who got up and followed him in morose silence. Hermione followed them out of the door, and as they got there they met a throng of barging students. A few of the Slytherin's sniggered, but most stayed quiet with glazed faces.
As Moonchild reached his room's he stopped and took them to a side room that none of them had ever noticed before. Moonchild sat them down. Everyone was sombre.
"I believe that you have put a Selective Charm on the Great Hall. Am I right Professor Granger?" "Yes sir you are. I believe that you put it on the hall Oriona Bloomgriffin. I remember teaching it to you. No one else would be capable. It selects people that the charm setter believes should be in the hall- teachers aside."
"I.. Well. it was a laugh. a joke."
"Someone could have been seriously hurt.." Pointed out Professor Luckin - the astronomy teacher.
"Well in sight of the this you shall all receive detention with Filch and you Bloomgriffin, shall have a detention once a week- every week, till the end of term. I hope that you will learn from this."
