Okay, so here the story follows.
It's also about time I put a disclaimer: I don't own these characters...just borrowing them. It's all Ms. Rowling's...
CRASH! I winced and formed a guess about what had just happened. Peeves had returned. Oh bloody hell. BANG! BOOM! SHATTER! I guess he was really upset....
"Peeves you will stop that right away!" yelled Professor McGonagall, three stories below the Gryffindor Common Room window. From the window, I saw the flying vase answering her command. "PEEVES!" A door slammed and the mantlepiece candlesticks trembled from the force of her slam. As the crashing and shouting continued, I scratched another sentence onto my parchment. Snape had assigned a four foot long essay about the properties of mint and their use in potions. Why did he have to assign something that difficult? My books were stacked around the table, and a page fluttered in an unnoticable wind. I glanced around.
There were groups of cackling first years, quietly conversing seventh years, and no sixth years. Where did Ron and Harry go? Where were all the sixth years? Oh, quidditch practice. Sighing I continued my essay until,
BANG! "PEEVES! Get out of this hallway!" ....Uh oh. A squeal came from the Pink Lady as a statue came ripping through her tapestry into our common room, shattering on impact. An angry, hairless Peeves barged in. Evilly grinning, he wreaked havoc, dropping cream dipped strawberrys on the group of squealing first years, pulling the seventh graders' hair, and spraying an ink bottle all over the upholstery in the room. As he was swooping around the room and distracting us, I noticed a ripple in the air and an unknown breeze. However, I was hurriedly ink-proofing my essay as he continued to dump ink all over. As quickly as he had entered, he left, trailing a piece of canvas, just as Professor McGonagall burst in, pink from the exertion of chasing Peeves.
"Oh my....PEEVES!" With a quick jerk of her head, she signalled me to follow as she started to stride down the hallway to Dumbledore's office.
Trotting to keep up with her, I heard footsteps following? The sensation disappated as we turned past the staircase that led to the dungeons, and finally catching up to her, I said, "Yes Professor?"
"Ms. Granger, please help clean up the mess in your common room. If you follow the stairs to the tower, you'll see a door open. That is the Hufflepuff's common room....lend your assistance if they need it. That will be all." Her curt instructions left me filled with a sense of duty. Striding back to the common room, I surveyed the damage. The furniture was ripped, and dripping with ink. Sighing, I instructed the first years to remove the stains, and waved my wand over the ripped upholstery. As groups were assigned to straighten up the overturned furniture, and house elves started to appear to clean up the strawberries, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Alexandra (a fourth year) walked into the room, sweat soaked and tired.
"What the hell happened here Hermione?" demanded Ginny.
"Peeves." I swept out of the room just as Alexandra burst into laughter. I'm glad someone has a sense of humor about all of this. Following the staircase, I paused at the specific door, peeping in. The Hufflepuffs were already in order and straightening up their common room. A group of them, carrying empty frames containing ripped canvases, surged past me. Grimacing, I nodded to the prefects and started the descent to the hallway where the Gryffindor house was.
As I wearily climbed in the entrance, and walked up the staircase, through the door to the dormitories I shared, an odd sight greeted me. A group of girls were around my bed giggling and whispering.
"What is going on here?" They gasped and burst into giggles when they saw it was me. Pointing, Parvati grinned. Roses, a dozen of them, lay on my bed.
Huh? What's going on? Is Hermione imagining things? Where did the roses come from? I guess R&R...
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