"This is your new room," Filch grunted as he let Fred into the new office. He crept off into the shadows before Fred could say any more. The office consisted of just a dilapidated desk in the middle of a filthy, dimly-lit room which was encrusted with cobwebs.
"Salos!" Fred uttered with a slight flick of his wand. A tornado of dust, dirt, and grime formed by the desk and quickly cleaned up the office. The place was completely bare but at least it became fit for healthy human inhabitance.
"And where exactly am I supposed to sleep?" Fred asked himself, looking around the room for a bed or at least a mattress on the floor. Finally, he noticed a narrow door.
"Damn, I'm getting worse living quarters as a faculty member than I did when I was a student!" Fred exclaimed as he examined the room in which he was expected to sleep. It was a tiny closet with a foam mattress and nothing else, not even a lamp. The cieling was so low that Fred had to crouch down in order to move around in the room.
Fred removed his gun from his pants and threw it in the bottom drawer of the desk before enchanting the drawer with a complex locking charm.
Just then, Albus Dumbledore opened the door.
"Oh, hi!" Fred said, hoping that Dumbledore did not have X-ray vision.
"Welcome, Frederick Weasley. I see you have tidied up your new room. Feel free to decorate it however you please."
"Thanks... uh..."
"I'm certain that you will find your teaching experience here at Hogwarts very rewarding. I know that you will make a very fine professor, and I look forward to observing your legacy in the classroom. Do you have any questions?"
"Uh.... Actually, I don't think so..."
"Okay, well, you have an hour to get yourself settled because there will be a faculty meeting in the great hall at five."
"Okay... I'll see you at five... I guess..."
Fred could tell that Dumbledore was distracted by something. He seemed oddly rushed and like there was something he wanted to say but didn't for some reason.
He dragged his trunk closer to the desk and opened it. He dug through heaps of clothes and gadgets until he found at the bottom of his trunk a picture he had taken earlier in the summer: Hermione sitting on the floor of the living room, reading a large textbook "for leasure". She licks her thumb and turns the page.
Fred folded the photograph and stuck it in his pocket. To Hermione's knowlege, Fred had just wanted to startle her with the bright flash, not tote around picture of her.
"Salos!" Fred uttered with a slight flick of his wand. A tornado of dust, dirt, and grime formed by the desk and quickly cleaned up the office. The place was completely bare but at least it became fit for healthy human inhabitance.
"And where exactly am I supposed to sleep?" Fred asked himself, looking around the room for a bed or at least a mattress on the floor. Finally, he noticed a narrow door.
"Damn, I'm getting worse living quarters as a faculty member than I did when I was a student!" Fred exclaimed as he examined the room in which he was expected to sleep. It was a tiny closet with a foam mattress and nothing else, not even a lamp. The cieling was so low that Fred had to crouch down in order to move around in the room.
Fred removed his gun from his pants and threw it in the bottom drawer of the desk before enchanting the drawer with a complex locking charm.
Just then, Albus Dumbledore opened the door.
"Oh, hi!" Fred said, hoping that Dumbledore did not have X-ray vision.
"Welcome, Frederick Weasley. I see you have tidied up your new room. Feel free to decorate it however you please."
"Thanks... uh..."
"I'm certain that you will find your teaching experience here at Hogwarts very rewarding. I know that you will make a very fine professor, and I look forward to observing your legacy in the classroom. Do you have any questions?"
"Uh.... Actually, I don't think so..."
"Okay, well, you have an hour to get yourself settled because there will be a faculty meeting in the great hall at five."
"Okay... I'll see you at five... I guess..."
Fred could tell that Dumbledore was distracted by something. He seemed oddly rushed and like there was something he wanted to say but didn't for some reason.
He dragged his trunk closer to the desk and opened it. He dug through heaps of clothes and gadgets until he found at the bottom of his trunk a picture he had taken earlier in the summer: Hermione sitting on the floor of the living room, reading a large textbook "for leasure". She licks her thumb and turns the page.
Fred folded the photograph and stuck it in his pocket. To Hermione's knowlege, Fred had just wanted to startle her with the bright flash, not tote around picture of her.