Disclaimer- Nope, I don't own HP. I'm not sure if I said that in the last chapter, so I'm going to say it twice. I don't own HP.
A/N-This takes place in the trio's fifth year.
It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information. -Oscar Wilde.
II
"Sugar quilled mice." I say as I reach the gargoyles. They open and I walk up the stair case.
"Hey Dumbledore, how's it kicking these days?" I ask cheerfully. The headmaster and I are actually on pretty good terms for me being in Slytherin because I get sent here so often.
"What did you do now Miss Delours?" He asks not even bothering to look up from his mail. I see quite a few more howlers this time.
"Well, apparantly, I cause a huge scene in DADA. I wouln't really call it big, not nearly as big as some of them." I say cheerfully. "So, what is my punishment this time?"
He takes in a deep breath and lets it out before he looks up at me. "And what exactly did you do in this scene?"
"Oh, nothing too big. Just thought I'd show her how welcome she is. Well, that was before I found out about us not being allowed to do magic. Then I started talking fast and ridiculling her. So when that wasn't enough, I started screaming, and let the water run wild. I was actually just about to say something about my sister who got kidnapped and killed when she yelled at me to come here." I shrugged.
"Is that all?" Dumbledore asked.
"Nope. I then told a first year to cause a scene like I did." I smile brightly at him. "So, what's my punishment? Detention with Dolores? Cleaning with Filch?"
"You do realize that you just made a blotch on her first day here don't you?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Oh yeah, I'm aware of it all."
"And you do realize that she reports directly to the ministry, and if she says that your off, then everybody thinks you're off?"
"That's partly why I did it."
"And when Fudge learns this, he'll tell your mother?"
"Nope."
"And why is it that you think that he would not inform your mother of your misbehavior?" Dumbledore said.
"Oh, I'm not doubting that he will, it's just that she doesn't care what I do as long as I don't do drugs or drink and drive. One of her cousins or something died that way. I don't really know the whole story, but I'm sure it's facinating."I said. "So, what's my punishment?"
"I am afraid that you have to help me with my mail for the remaining hour until your next class. We have a lot of howlers this time, so you can take care of those if you like." Dumbleodre smiled.
A/N- Thank you everybody who has read this story and my others. My most popular story, Just Business will be put up as soon as I remember it.
bye, MK.