Chapter 5 - Trapped
Looking up she saw the door still firmly closed and Professor Snape standing facing it with his hands on his hips. Time for drastic action I think Hermione, she told herself. She stood up and looked around the room for a means of escape. Her eyes fell on the empty fireplace at the end of the room. Of course, they could floo out of here!
"Anyone got any floo powder?" she said to the room in general. There was a rustling as people searched through pockets and bags, but no-body answered her. Professor Snape was still standing muttering at the closed door and she was unaware if he had heard her or not.
"Er, Professor Snape. Do you have any floo powder on you?" He spun round and not quite meeting her eye answered with a curt no. Well at least that answered her question about whether he had noticed the dream or not. Bugger. Well she wasn't going to get out of here by worrying about that now. How else could she get out? Perhaps if they had something heavy they could break the door down, better still a fire-axe would get them out no problem. Smiling slightly she picked one of the cushions up off the sofa and transfigured it into an axe. Terry Boot looked across at her and grinned, obviously catching her intent and sensing a chance to show off his new muscles.
"Allow me Hermione." He said taking the axe out of her hands and crossing to the door.
"Er..." came the voice of Ginny Weasley from the sofa, "I don't think that will..." but Terry had already started swinging the axe in a graceful arc towards the door. Instead of embedding itself in the door it bounced back off the wood violently and Terry sat down hard on the floor to avoid the axe handle hitting him between the eyes.
"...work." came Ginny's voice again "All the doors in the castle are charmed against violence."
"Well you could have told me before." Said Terry gruffly as he picked himself up off the floor, looking slightly embarrassed, and transfigured the axe back into a cushion.
"This is getting ridiculous." Ernie McMillan said snappily standing up and moving over to where Terry stood by the door. "There must be some way we can get out of here." He glared menacingly at the door as if he expected it to open just because he was annoyed. "For goodness sake I need to get back to my revision!"
"Well if you can think of another way out I'm sure we would all love to hear it." came the slow drawl of Draco Malfoy, who was still lounging on the sofa looking extremely relaxed. Ernie crinkled his brow as he thought.
"The window." He said suddenly "We can all climb out of the window!"
"Honestly Ern!." Hannah Abbot said as she too stood and crossed to the window "We're at the top of the South Tower, how are we supposed to get down there. It must be at least a 50 foot drop!"
"We can fly." Answered Ernie, leaning slightly out of the window. "Accio Broomstick!"
"I don't think that will work either." Professor Snape said, sounding almost apologetic as he seated himself resignedly in a squashy green armchair. "As there are no Quidditch matches this weekend, Madame Hooch has sent all the school brooms to be serviced in Hogsmede."
Ernie looked utterly crestfallen. "B..B..But what are we going to do then." He stuttered.
"It seems we have no choice" said Professor Snape quietly, "but to stay here until whoever has locked us in sees fit to let us out."
Looking up she saw the door still firmly closed and Professor Snape standing facing it with his hands on his hips. Time for drastic action I think Hermione, she told herself. She stood up and looked around the room for a means of escape. Her eyes fell on the empty fireplace at the end of the room. Of course, they could floo out of here!
"Anyone got any floo powder?" she said to the room in general. There was a rustling as people searched through pockets and bags, but no-body answered her. Professor Snape was still standing muttering at the closed door and she was unaware if he had heard her or not.
"Er, Professor Snape. Do you have any floo powder on you?" He spun round and not quite meeting her eye answered with a curt no. Well at least that answered her question about whether he had noticed the dream or not. Bugger. Well she wasn't going to get out of here by worrying about that now. How else could she get out? Perhaps if they had something heavy they could break the door down, better still a fire-axe would get them out no problem. Smiling slightly she picked one of the cushions up off the sofa and transfigured it into an axe. Terry Boot looked across at her and grinned, obviously catching her intent and sensing a chance to show off his new muscles.
"Allow me Hermione." He said taking the axe out of her hands and crossing to the door.
"Er..." came the voice of Ginny Weasley from the sofa, "I don't think that will..." but Terry had already started swinging the axe in a graceful arc towards the door. Instead of embedding itself in the door it bounced back off the wood violently and Terry sat down hard on the floor to avoid the axe handle hitting him between the eyes.
"...work." came Ginny's voice again "All the doors in the castle are charmed against violence."
"Well you could have told me before." Said Terry gruffly as he picked himself up off the floor, looking slightly embarrassed, and transfigured the axe back into a cushion.
"This is getting ridiculous." Ernie McMillan said snappily standing up and moving over to where Terry stood by the door. "There must be some way we can get out of here." He glared menacingly at the door as if he expected it to open just because he was annoyed. "For goodness sake I need to get back to my revision!"
"Well if you can think of another way out I'm sure we would all love to hear it." came the slow drawl of Draco Malfoy, who was still lounging on the sofa looking extremely relaxed. Ernie crinkled his brow as he thought.
"The window." He said suddenly "We can all climb out of the window!"
"Honestly Ern!." Hannah Abbot said as she too stood and crossed to the window "We're at the top of the South Tower, how are we supposed to get down there. It must be at least a 50 foot drop!"
"We can fly." Answered Ernie, leaning slightly out of the window. "Accio Broomstick!"
"I don't think that will work either." Professor Snape said, sounding almost apologetic as he seated himself resignedly in a squashy green armchair. "As there are no Quidditch matches this weekend, Madame Hooch has sent all the school brooms to be serviced in Hogsmede."
Ernie looked utterly crestfallen. "B..B..But what are we going to do then." He stuttered.
"It seems we have no choice" said Professor Snape quietly, "but to stay here until whoever has locked us in sees fit to let us out."