Sneeking Out
"Did they just disappear?" Ron asked Harry.
"Yep." Harry answered flatly.
"And did they threaten us before hand?"
"Sounded like it."
"And did the short one call Yusuke 'Sprit Detective'?"
"Sure did."
"And did they say that they were going to wipe our minds when they got
back?"
"They did didn't they?"
"Good. Then we're on the same page. Shall we go se what their up to?"
"Yea. I always did like the threat of torture"
"Like music to my ears."
"Shall we?" Harry said with a grin pulling out the invisibility cloak.
"After you my fellow torturey." Said Ron with a grin.
They boys slipped on the cloak and quietly made their way down the stairs, Ron tripping slightly.
"Who's there?" Asked the Fat Lady accusingly as they swung the portrait open and noiselessly stepped out in to the crisp air in the outside corridor.
Neither answered as they plotted along the passageways. Each was tense with the thought of what might happen if they were to be caught by Filch of Professor McGonigal. Either was a prospect that they would rather not face, especial since McGonigal was still fuming over the incident with Kento and Kagome plus the fact that Fred, George and Kento had violated some restriction of thingy when they scarred that poor muggle in the train station.
Mrs. Norrice steeped out behind a suit of armor and starred at the two boys with her piercing yellow eyes. Again they were faced with the thought: Did the invisibility cloak work on cats and if so then would she be able to smell them?
Time seemed to have stopped Harry and Ron stood dead still, afraid to move, afraid to breathe afraid to even think. Harry could hear his heart pounding and was sure that that would give them away.
Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes like hours. The cycle seemed everlasting. Harry felt a drop of sweet trickle down his face his glasses falling down to the edge of his nose but he dare not fix them in case it drew the cats attention.
Slowly the cat began to move and then funnily turned away giving a dubious glance at the boys behind her hidden under a precious heir loom.
They boys slipped on the cloak and quietly made their way down the stairs, Ron tripping slightly.
"Who's there?" Asked the Fat Lady accusingly as they swung the portrait open and noiselessly stepped out in to the crisp air in the outside corridor.
Neither answered as they plotted along the passageways. Each was tense with the thought of what might happen if they were to be caught by Filch of Professor McGonigal. Either was a prospect that they would rather not face, especial since McGonigal was still fuming over the incident with Kento and Kagome plus the fact that Fred, George and Kento had violated some restriction of thingy when they scarred that poor muggle in the train station.
Mrs. Norrice steeped out behind a suit of armor and starred at the two boys with her piercing yellow eyes. Again they were faced with the thought: Did the invisibility cloak work on cats and if so then would she be able to smell them?
Time seemed to have stopped Harry and Ron stood dead still, afraid to move, afraid to breathe afraid to even think. Harry could hear his heart pounding and was sure that that would give them away.
Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes like hours. The cycle seemed everlasting. Harry felt a drop of sweet trickle down his face his glasses falling down to the edge of his nose but he dare not fix them in case it drew the cats attention.
Slowly the cat began to move and then funnily turned away giving a dubious glance at the boys behind her hidden under a precious heir loom.